Chapter 310 - The Return at Dawn

The dawn broke, pale and timid, over the Martissant camp. The slanting light caught the wisps of mist still clinging to the ground, like shreds of the nightmare night. The camp awoke in a dull ache. Soldiers went about mechanical tasks, eyes shadowed and hollowed out by the previous day's battle. Near the fires, healers busied themselves around the wounded, their expert hands changing bandages, offering soothing herbal teas. The world, indeed, did not revolve around the main characters. It continued its slow, inexorable rotation, indifferent to individual dramas, driven by the simple need to survive another day.