The battlefield was strewn with the remnants of the recent clash, the air thick with tension and the lingering scent of burnt earth and blood.
Amidst the chaos, Shinon's keen eyes caught sight of Marcus, standing a few yards away with an air of false confidence. The man appeared to be unscathed, not a single visible injury marring his form.
With a mixture of scepticism and curiosity, Shinon approached Marcus, his footsteps silent on the ground. As he drew near, he noticed how Marcus' facade wavered, his eyes darting nervously.
"You don't seem injured at all," Shinon remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you had to be grievously injured when I didn't see you defending the settlement. I guess I was wrong."
"Of course, I'm injured," he retorted defensively, straightening his back. "I have wounds that aren't visible to the naked eye. That's why I had to leave the fight."
