The Obsidian Path There Was A Mist

<p>The field was silent a stark contrast to the chaos that had</p><p>unfolded mere hours ago. The air hung heavy thick with the scent</p><p>of blood and death. Valen stood alone at the center his eyes</p><p>scanning the expanse before him. The grass once vibrant and lush</p><p>was now trampled and stained-a macabre testament to the</p><p>battle's ferocity. Bodies lay strewn across the field motionless and</p><p>silent their lives brutally extinguished.</p><p>The sun a pale disk in the sky cast a somber light upon the</p><p>scene as if mourning the loss of so many. Valen's heart weighed</p><p>heavy in his chest as he surveyed the devastation. He had fought</p><p>alongside these warriors laughed with them and shared stories of</p><p>triumph and defeat. Now they lay silent their dreams and hopes</p><p>forever extinguished. He could feel the weight of their loss</p><p>pressing down upon him a physical burden that threatened to crush</p><p>him. His eyes filled with unshed tears reflected the sorrow and</p><p>despair that engulfed his soul.</p><p>As he stood there numb with grief Valen's gaze fell upon a</p><p>solitary figure in the distance.</p>