"Huff… Huff… Huff…" Lord Narsimha panted heavily.
His golden fur was tainted with his blood, while his body was riddled with wounds. Opposite him, Lord Vakratunda stood tall and gallant as the war elephant's eyes were fixed on his opponent.
His thick, dark hide was covered in surface flesh wounds that stung, but weren't particularly dangerous or debilitating to his war potential. He stood resolute, his trunk pointing at the lion like a cannon.
RUMBLE…
Tremors passed through the land of Kiriket as the remaining battles across the battlefield began wrapping up. The early light of the morning sky dawned upon the conclusion of the Kiriket Civil War as the victors heaved a sigh of relief and optimism.
The chill of the early morning and the alacrity that came with it hung in the air, bringing about what felt like a hopeful conclusion to what had otherwise been an extremely intense conflict.
