Chapter 92 - Chapter XXII: The Battle of Sasbury [1]

THE MULTITUDE OF footfalls brushing the turf beneath coincided with the chirping of the birds. The noise produced by men in armor as they marched filled the road, and albeit the path was teeming with life, it was devoid of exuberance, as if it was a procession meant for the deceased. These men wore faces of despondency, their bodies littered by fresh wounds and scars attained through weeks of grueling and brutal fighting. Meanwhile, the fluidly movement of the current on their flank remained unnoticed, where the sun's rays glinted upon its surface, producing tranquility and soothing the soul. Yet, none of them even dared to bat an eye over it. It was as they say, the most beautiful things in the world were often neglected and overlooked, overshadowed by the world's cruelty.