The black giant seemed like a mountain. He was Mars, the incarnation of War, the leader of an amalgamation of countless undead armies. And, from a certain standpoint, he was also one of my newer children.
By the time I finally returned to the Mortal Plane, Mars had already matured by himself without my assistance as he had been constantly gaining experience in the Northlands.
Reyne and Glina had both been quite influential in his development. He had originally been a Graveyard Demon, a moving base for restoring the undead, but now, he was a moving incarnation of War.
The faceless man stepped forward, and transformed into a giant black earthen castle.
