*Rhys*
My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of skin breaking. This land, now tainted with the stench of death, was only the beginning.
"Rhys," Daxton called out, his voice a steady beacon in the chaos that threatened to consume my thoughts. "We mustn't let rage cloud our judgment."
I turned to face him, noting the furrowed brow and concern etched deeply into his features. Daxton had always been the voice of reason to my often impulsive nature, but this time, his words did nothing to sway me.
"Every second we waste is a betrayal to their memory," I spat out, the fury within me surging. The warriors who had gathered around me shifted uneasily, their faces mirroring my own turmoil.
"Revenge will not honor the fallen," Daxton reasoned, his tone fi
