The morning of the final offensive arrived with a chilling, oppressive stillness that Camilla couldn't quite shake. The soldiers had been preparing for days, their tension palpable as they lined up, weapons primed, their expressions hardened from the endless battles that had preceded this moment. It wasn't the quiet before the storm—it was the calm between the cracks, the calm before everything they had fought for was tested beyond measure.
Camilla stood at the makeshift command center, her medical kit slung over her shoulder, her mind focused on the tasks ahead. She had been given orders to follow the front line with the field medics, staying close to the worst of the conflict. But today was different. Today, something felt heavy in the air. It was the weight of all the lives that hung i
