The aftermath of the battle was a blend of relief and quiet chaos. The courtyard below was a flurry of activity as Elven healers rushed to tend to the wounded. Their hands glowed with green and white Magic, mending cuts and soothing burns as the groans of injured warriors filled the air.
Others who too fatigued to move lay resting under hastily pitched tents. The scent of herbs and potions wafted through the area, mingling with the smoky remnants of battle.
Food was being delivered to those who could eat. The Elven soldiers whose faces still etched with exhaustion gathered in small groups, sharing bread and warm stew. The scent of freshly baked loaves and steaming broth provided a temporary comfort, though the heaviness in the air remained.
