The Obsidian Path, There Was A Mist
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The field was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded mere hours ago. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of blood and death. Valen stood alone at the center, his eyes scanning the expanse before him. The grass, once vibrant and lush, was now trampled and stained-a macabre testament to the battle's ferocity. Bodies lay strewn across the field, motionless and silent, their lives brutally extinguished. The sun, a pale disk in the sky, cast a somber light upon the scene as if mourning the loss of so many. Valen's heart weighed heavy in his chest as he surveyed the devastation...
The field was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded mere hours ago. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of blood and death. Valen stood alone at the center, his eyes scanning the expanse before him. The grass, once vibrant and lush, was now trampled and stained-a macabre testament to the battle's ferocity. Bodies lay strewn across the field, motionless and silent, their lives brutally extinguished. The sun, a pale disk in the sky, cast a somber light upon the scene as if mourning the loss of so many. Valen's heart weighed heavy in his chest as he surveyed the devastation. He had fought alongside these warriors, laughed with them, and shared stories of triumph and defeat. Now, they lay silent, their dreams and hopes forever extinguished. He could feel the weight of their loss pressing down upon him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him. His eyes, filled with unshed tears, reflected the sorrow and despair that engulfed his soul. As he stood there, numb with grief, Valen's gaze fell upon a solitary figure in the distance.
