Third Person POV
The battlefield had quieted, though the air remained heavy with the mingling scents of blood, fire, and the churned earth. Where chaos had once reigned, order was slowly returning. Vampires and werewolves moved across the field with quiet efficiency, their roles interwoven as they tended to their injured, secured the defeated Faction members, and extinguished the last stubborn fires licking at the castle’s grounds.
The sight was an unusual one: vampires assisting werewolves in binding wounds, wolves lending their strength to vampires dragging debris clear of the walkways. A tentative but unmistakable sense of unity began to emerge from the ashes of battle. Small gestures—a wolf nodding to a vampire who supported an injured comrade, or a vampire offering an appreciative g
