AAAAAAARGH!!!
The dying screams which bellowed from below, within the scattering mist, captured the silver-haired being's attention, lighting up his usually cold and stoic expression.
"Ahh... Such tranquility, do not be afraid of death my people, such is the inevitable nature of war."
He said those cold words despite the gruesome deaths his subordinates were experiencing beneath him, the thick iron smell of blood wafting into his nostrils and the blue rivers of said blood glimmering under the light.
His red, somewhat flaming horse snorting and neighing in excitement, as if reflecting its owner's emotion.
"Hm?"
"So he lives..."
He spoke with a warm smile, the lightning crackling in the far distance shifting his attention from the hellscape below.
"... I expected no less."
