The day before

It was almost dark when the army finally finished setting up camp for the night. The soldiers murmured amongst themselves, a low whisper of fear that the Man heard as he sat silently nearby, sharpening his scythe and waiting. These men knew they were going to die, the vanguard of an army hopelessly outmatched, no chance of escape. Eventually, long into the night, the whispers stopped, and the Man stood to take his place on the field, making a few stops along the way.