There existed nothing more pleasing than a feast following a well-fought war, but a simple meal consisting of poultry would have to suffice. A lone male surrounded by a sea of emptiness at all sides tried his best to prepare preserved fish. Under the guidance and verbal instructions of another, he managed to barely avoid burning what little rations he possessed. A sigh of reassurance escaped his ebony lips upon tasting the fruits of his labor, this was more meaningful than many would know. This was to be potentially his last meal, the potential of death grew more and more as he got closer to his intended destination. He intended to render a land to nothing more than dust, all for the sake of quelling his boredom and furthering his goal of revenge. There was nothing more than war that he cherished and yet he found himself fighting to avenge another.
His chewing abruptly ceased and his head turned towards the sky swallowed by the influence of the night, all but the moon was visible for the time being.
This would quickly change as a flash of light came into sight and quickly ignited the night sky with bright and very much visible flash. Brightly lit aureate hues fell upon the strange anomaly taking place before his very eyes. The wails of the cold night winds filled his senses but his eyes remained fixated on what was occurring before him. It would abruptly end, leaving him with a plethora of questions pertaining to the strange bolt of lightning during a season that should have none. The sight was strange, a sudden flash of lightning and the easily heard loud cracking equivalent to that of thunder. The display was entertaining and would at the very least warrant an immediate investigation. The warmth of his campfire would do very little to sway his decision to venture off into the night; he slipped off into the night with the intent to return within a few minutes.