The battlefield is now quiet.
Embers were everywhere, coming from the fire on the weapons of men and women who fought bravely to their deaths. The sight is nothing new to him. He may have been with the Wentraus for the past month, hunting and far from the war, but the memory of the first time he came to this part of Sinag remains on his mind. Therefore, seeing it all again is not surprising to him at all. But it is still disturbing no matter how much he has gotten used to it. Dead bodies piled and scattered like their lives do not matter at all.
Ragar breathed deep, inhaling the smoke and the pungent smell brought by blood and the dead. He was not supposed to be there and just watched everything transpire right before his eyes. Even though it was not his fight to be burdened with, it ju
