The Obsidian Path, There Was A Mist

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 mou...