Evita, holding her broken bow, staggered slowly across the Vast Sea Prairie. Her body was full of scars, the most severe of which was on the right hind leg, greatly affecting her movement.
Due to the unique body structure of the centaur clan, Evita could not see the specific condition of her wounds, but she could feel blood dripping from the wound, staining the lush green prairie with specks of bright red.
"I cannot fall here, I cannot!" The strong centauress Chloe gritted her teeth against the dizziness brought on by blood loss, desperately squeezing the last bit of strength from her body, and walking in a daze towards the direction her tribe was in.
Evita was not sure how long she had been walking, only knowing that the bright sun gradually disappeared behind her and re-emerged in front of her, heralding the arrival of a new day, and meaning that the tragic battle had already taken place yesterday, like a nightmare.
