Heart of a King

A man in a red scarf and dark leather armor rode a giant oliphant who was outfitted in spike-filled dark purple armor as he nonchalantly gazed at the great empire that was once his home.
Behind him, a large number of men with black scarves and equipped with black armor equipped and two scimitars were riding some war camels, in their eyes there was no fear or emotion, just like a perfect killing machine.
"Move on ..."
Those calm words caused the millions of war camels to advance rapidly after hearing the sound of war horns.

The man who was riding the oliphant took out a golden scimitar from his back and made a wound on his hand, the bright red blood that came out of that wound made it fall on the ground, after a few seconds the earth floor magically transformed into sand, and the ground began to shake, and under the terror-filled eyes of the soldiers on the walls thousands of giant scorpions came out of the sands and advanced together with the war camels.

"WAR"

The man with the red scarf let out a powerful scream making the oliphant under him also roar and raised his giant body on his two hind legs,