The aftermath of the battle at Korvak's Spine left the battlefield littered with the remnants of Verath's forces. The soldiers of Kaedus and Sylvana moved through the debris, collecting their injured, fortifying their positions, and silently reflecting on the hard-fought victory. Despite the cheers that had rung out just hours before, the air was thick with unease.
Kade stood at the edge of the ruins, his sword sheathed but still resting heavily against his hip. The chill of the night crept through his cloak, though he barely noticed. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, where Verath had vanished into the shadows after their confrontation.
"He got away,"
Kade muttered to himself, frustration curling in his chest.
"All that, and he just slips through my fingers."
Behind him, the sound of crunching gravel signaled someone's approach. He turned to see Vask, his crimson eyes calm but probing.
'The enemy has retreated entirely, my lord,'
