Perhaps it was psychological, but Mason always felt that the cold air was tinged with the odor of fresh blood.
The battlefield had already been shrouded in darkness, with the sporadic lights of fires moving about. Those were the stretcher teams organized by Bard, searching for the wounded.
"Lightly wounded remain at the temporary camp, severely wounded are sent back to Kennel Village, and later sent on to Saint Town." Bard explained his arrangements to his senior, "Father Kaman is on his way, I've asked him to set up a medical post here. The sooner treatment starts, the greater the chances the wounded have of survival..."
Mason listened intently.
Compared to the battle itself, the clean-up work afterward was truly torturous. Just dealing with the wounded alone was enough to overwhelm anyone.
