Vyan and Clyde were frozen for a moment as the stench of fresh blood filled the air, mingling with the crispy scent of pine and earth. Bodies of knights, clad in the emblem of House Clarinton, lay strewn across the ground, their once-shining armor now tarnished with blood and dirt.
Vyan dismounted from the horse swiftly, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Stay alert," he murmured to Clyde, his voice ringing with cautiousness. "The monster might still be around."
Clyde nodded and got down as well. "We should get the ones who are alive to the medical facility," he replied, his voice steely, and Vyan nodded.
They moved cautiously among the fallen knights, searching for any signs of life.
Vyan knelt beside the young viscount, whose breathing was shallow but steady. "Viscount Clarinton is alive," Vyan called to Clyde, who was already checking the knights a few paces away.
