I lay there, the dirt pressing against my face, my body trembling with a mixture of rage and helplessness. The chaos around me was deafening, the claws ripping through flesh, the howls of dying wolves, the distant shouts of my men taking their final brutal breath. My pride was shattered, my power stripped away like the tattered remnants of my dignity. I had watched them take everything, my men, my pride, my women.
And yet, as I curled in the dirt, tears blurring my vision, a dark flicker of resolve ignited within me. This defeat, this humiliation, it wasn’t the end. I would survive this, somehow. I had to. For now, I could only listen as the distant echoes of slaughter faded into the cold, biting air, and I swore silently to myself that I would rise again, no matter how broken I felt in t
