The battle finally came to an end after what felt like an eternity. Outside the Northern gate of Valthorn City, a gruesome scene unfolded — a small sea of blood stretched across the flattened land, with mangled pieces of flesh drifting aimlessly atop the crimson water. Broken limbs, shattered bones, and the twisted remains of beasts floated like grim flotsam on a river of death.
A pungent, gut-wrenching stench hung thick in the air, an invisible cloud of decay so strong that it clawed at the throats of even seasoned soldiers. Many had to cover their faces with cloth as they scavenged the battlefield, picking through gore and shattered armor for anything of value. Their footsteps squelched against the muddy ground, every step a sticky reminder of the lives lost.
