Morwenna's POV
Pain bloomed behind my ribs again, sharper this time. Like something inside me had started to claw for a way out. I didn’t let it show. Not as I stepped over the ash-streaked bodies of the fallen, not as I pushed deeper into the shattered camp Aedric's generals had left behind in their retreat. My hands were bloody. My boots soaked in it. We’d won the ground. But nothing about it felt like victory.
Liora trailed behind me, her sword sheathed but her eyes feral. She hadn't spoken since the battle, not even after cutting down the man who raised her. Her silence was its own scream.
Leofric hadn’t emerged from his tent.
Sabine met me at the heart of the field. She looked like death. No armor. Just robes dark with blood and smoke. “Two hundred gone,” she said. “We killed twic
