As the sun slowly rose on the horizon, the battlefield still bore the marks of the previous night's brutality. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of burnt. The Thaerd camp, once bustling with life, had been reduced to a desolate ruin, littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers and abandoned tents. The silence that hung over it now was a testament to our victory.
I stood atop a hill overlooking the battlefield. Around me, my surviving soldiers were tending to the wounded, taking stock of the remaining supplies, and preparing to celebrate our triumph. Yet, my gaze remained fixed on the horizon. The fall of Thaerd was merely the beginning; a much greater war awaited us.
