As she watched the soldiers and knights finally catch their breath after all the pent-up tension, Alisha could see a glimmer of light in all this darkness.
Some leaned on their weapons, others let their shoulders slump, as if the invisible weight they carried had finally granted them a moment's respite.
But the smell of blood still filled her nostrils, along with that of sweat and dampness… though those were minor details in this moment of respite, thanks to the arrival of the Tubor army.
The air remained thick and heavy, as if the battle were not yet entirely over, and refused to leave the city.
She watched them advance from the end of the street, where the city began to open up onto the outer roads. They did not move in a hurry, nor with the brutal force with which they had burst into battle.
Their steps were firm and measured, stirring up barely any dust as they advanced, as if every movement were perfectly controlled.
