"Enough!" Castilla's voice boomed across the camp, commanding immediate attention. The battlefield fell silent as she emerged, her presence authoritative and intimidating. The early morning sun cast long shadows, illuminating the scene with an eerie glow. The remnants of smoke from the battle hung in the air, mingling with the scent of blood and fear. The metallic tang of the bloodshed mingled with the earthy scent of the trampled grass, creating a nauseating mix that seemed to seep into the ...