The next morning Cyrus faced the army at the center of the battle, holding up Xeik’s head for everybody to see. The atmosphere glowed expectantly in combination with the sickly stench of burnt meat and lingering smell of gunpowder that always hung in the air. The warm glow of the sun over the next morning generated the shadows stretching over the field over the debris of the battle which had happened the day before. Armor, swords and shields were demolished; dead bodies of warriors were ...