The ambush was successful. Men turned into animals as they ravaged each other. There was no mercy, no chance for escape as knives cut through the throats of sleeping soldiers and stabbed the hearts of those who roused.

Whispers of warning danced across the battlefield, that their victory wasn’t as assured as they’d believed. There’d been a deadly miscommunication, thrusting men straight into the belly of the beast.

The fight crashed to a halt as glowing eyes of molten gold emerged from the darkness. The air froze, the tension thick enough to choke on.

Some men tried to run, but there was no escape. Some men cried and pleaded to live, but there was no mercy.

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There was only death.

The air crackled with electricity as he walked, grass withered and died with every step. The Crow absorbed Essence and destroyed it with just a thought. Men became husks with just a flick of his gaze, their very souls sucked from their bodies.  

Beside him walked his Dove. Hair as white as fallen snow and eyes of silver. He was the same; ruthless, unrelenting. He moved like a machine, the mask obscuring his features glowing red against the fires burning through their encampment.

Men- resistance fighters, acting only on orders- stood petrified, frozen still by an unspoken hex. Golden eyes trailed through them, studying their fear.  

Without a single word being spoken, he raised his chin and half the men fell, their skin turning to leather as every drop of life was sucked away.