It had been six days since he began to fight for Azroth, his empire. Ah, right, twas Azroth no more. 'Twas Cazroth now. Named after him.
The first wave of battle brought a thousand and two hundred men from the northern side and after sending away the knights of Azroth, Cassius had single-handedly defeated all one thousand and two hundred of them in a single day.
At first he had ordered the dismissal of all the knights on the southern side just so he could test the limit of his strength. However, it became a victory that came easier than he had expected.
Apart from the bodies of the dead knights, the battleground was void of living beings on the morning of the next day.
However, the day after, the northerners came again, doubled of the number of which they were before.
It had been long since he went to battle. Being a born warrior, it was so hard to be locked up for so long in a place where he could do nothing but sit and wait.
