Nikolai

The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered dreams.

I stood at the center of it, my chest heaving, my sword dripping with blood. The enemy was broken, their lines shattered, their confidence destroyed. The wolves of Veridian had held their ground, pushing the darkness back, and for the first time in hours, I felt a flicker of hope. The acrid smell of smoke and blood hung heavy in the air, and the ground beneath my feet was slick with the remains of those who had fallen. The screams ...