The Obsidian Path: United We Are

The field was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had
unfolded mere hours ago. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent
of blood and death. Valen stood alone at the center, his eyes
scanning the expanse before him. The grass, once vibrant and lush,
was now trampled and stained—a macabre testament to the
battle's ferocity. Bodies lay strewn across the field, motionless and
silent, their lives brutally extinguished.
The sun, a pale disk in the sky, cast a somber light upon the
scene as if mour...