Rasne released a long, weary sigh as he gazed over the sea of bodies strewn across the barren landscape before him. The battlefield had once been alive with the sounds of soldiers, the clang of steel, and the hum of magic, but now, only the grim silence of death remained. Reinforcements had arrived hours ago, hastily organizing the corpses into neat, somber lines, but there was little they could do to change the fact that the blood of their comrades had stained the earth.
The desert sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the bodies and the broken remnants of their makeshift encampment. A dry wind swept across the sands, tugging at the edges of Rasne's cloak as he stepped forward, his heart heavy with the weight of his grim task. The list of fallen soldiers he carried in his hands felt impossibly long, and the weight of it bore down on him as if it were a physical burden.
