The field was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had
unfolded mere hours ago. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent
of blood and death. Valen stood alone at the center, his eyes
scanning the expanse before him. The grass, once vibrant and lush,
was now trampled and stained-a macabre testament to the
battle's ferocity. Bodies lay strewn across the field, motionless and
silent, their lives brutally extinguished.
The sun, a pale disk in the sky, cast a somber light upon the
scene as if mourning the loss of so many. Valen's heart weighed
heavy in his chest as he surveyed the devastation. He had fought
alongside these warriors, laughed with them, and shared stories of
triumph and defeat. Now, they lay silent, their dreams and hopes
forever extinguished. He could feel the weight of their loss
pressing down upon him, a physical burden that threatened to crush
him. His eyes, filled with unshed tears, reflected the sorrow and
despair that engulfed his soul.
As he stood there, numb with grief, Valen's gaze fell upon a
solitary figure in the distance.