Antero takes off his helmet and wipes the blood off of it as he stands proudly in the center of the battlefield. He had participated in a war between two kingdoms, he never shied away from battle.

With a dark grin, Antero gets on his horse and rides to his temple, the walls made of coartz and the floor, black marble. He gets off his horse and enters his temple, all the servants bowing to him as he makes his way to his throne of swords, he takes a seat and grins.