As we approached the small village nestled in the valley, a sense of peace washed over me. The chaos and darkness we had faced seemed a world away, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe without the weight of fear pressing down on my chest. The village was a picture of tranquility, with quaint cottages, blooming gardens, and narrow cobblestone paths that wound their way through the clusters of homes. The air smelled of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers, a welcome contrast to the stench of battle and blood that still lingered in my mind.