The breaking dawn's faint light struggled to pierce the thick smoke and the reek of blood, casting a meager glow upon the ruined camp of the Old Wolf Battalion. Amidst the shattered walls and broken beams, flames still licked at the charred timber, emitting crackling, mournful cries.
Billowing smoke obscured half the sky. The ground had long been soaked through with viscous blood, pooling into dark red streams that meandered across the earth. Broken blades, severed limbs, and unblinking corpses intertwined to form a tragic tapestry of a living hell.
Cries of battle, furious roars, the clashing of steel, and the dying wails of the wounded merged into a deathly symphony that made one's scalp tingle, echoing frantically over the ruined encampment. The stench of blood was suffocating, blending with the smell of burning and bodily sweat to induce nausea.
Chapter 139