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 m