Stand Your Ground

Silence.

The winds were agitated, and so were the steeds risen by the Imperial Flame Army. The vast plains was shrouded in an icy mist, and one could spot a few decapitated bodies scattered throughout the battlefield with a few limbs torn off.

Holding the reins of his humble steed, Yin Huo who wore an emotionless mask, cast his gaze over the vast horizons. After a few seconds, he finally stabilised his armoured stallion was.

"Esteemed Southern Commander, Yin Hou! We have already received estimates of the enemy's total forces." A short and stout bearded man who rode a dark stallion inched over and whispered in Yin Hou's ears, "The army seem to be marching over in this direction…"

Yin Huo paused. His emotionless eyes suddenly began to flicker with a righteous light, and from those short flickers were birthed wild flames.

"Heh."

Yin Hou opened his mouth to speak in a deep and cold voice, his gaze held over the vast horizons, the plains devoid of human life or activity.