Maya

Moments passed that felt like hours, each second crawling with dread as I knelt beside Stella, my hands trembling as I tried to stop the relentless flow of blood. Her face had paled to an almost ghostly hue, each breath a shallow, labored gasp that seemed to drain what little life she had left. Every time her eyelids fluttered, fear seized my heart—I was losing her. The dead bodies of our friends lay scattered around us, staining the battlefield with the cruel truth of our ...