Lorelei

The battlefield was chaos.

I stood at the center of it, my chest heaving, my hands still crackling with the residual energy of the spirits I had summoned. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood, and the ground beneath my feet was slick with the remains of those who had fallen. The screams of the wounded and the dying filled my ears, a constant reminder of what was at stake. The enemy was retreating, their lines breaking, their confidence shattered. For the first ...