The battlefield was silent save for the crackle of dying flames. Sylvana's defenders, bruised and battered, stood in clusters along the city walls, watching the remnants of the enemy retreat into the horizon. The scent of scorched earth and burnt wood filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.
Thadric stood amidst the carnage, his massive axe resting against his shoulder as he surveyed the aftermath. His grin lingered, but his eyes were sharp, scanning for any signs of remaining threats.
'Well, that wasn't so bad,'
he said, turning to Elvara and Selyna.
'Not bad?'
Selyna replied, flicking a strand of blood-streaked hair from her face.
'I had to save you twice out there. You're getting sloppy, Thadric.'
Thadric let out a booming laugh.
'You're imagining things. I had it all under control.'
'Sure,'
Selyna said, rolling her eyes.
