Men screamed while steel struck steel and arrows crossed overhead.
At the center of the chaos stood a man Ludwig did not recognize.
He was human, ordinary, and young. Necros focused the vision on this man.
This was Malakar before he became Sloth.
Blood covered Malakar's armor while a sword rested in one hand.
The vision shifted and carried Ludwig into another war, then another. Years passed around him within seconds as Malakar rose through the military ranks.
Malakar advanced through relentless service rather than noble blood or political favor. Every responsibility placed upon him was accepted and completed regardless of its difficulty.
Guard this road, and he guarded it. Hold this city, and he held it. Suppress that rebellion, and he went.
He defended the border and returned scarred but victorious. When ordered to command men, he accepted them and led them through battle.
