The camp’s aftermath was a grim tableau of blood and ashes. The morning sun cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, illuminating the fallen raiders and the faces of the weary survivors. Elena stood at the center of it all, her sword still slick with the lifeblood of her enemies. Her gaze swept across the scene, her mind calculating their next move even as her heart weighed the cost of what they had achieved.
“We’ve bought ourselves some time,” Kael said as he approached, his voice low and steady. He had already begun organizing the remaining fighters, tending to the wounded and checking their supplies. “But Gragg won’t let this stand. He’ll retaliate.”
Elena nodded, her expression grim. “We’ve sent a message, but we’re far from finished. Gragg will come for us, and we need to be ready.”
