Chapter 84 Sacrifices On The Battlefield

• The battlefield was a blur—blood, dirt, and the acrid scent of burning wood. The sounds of combat echoed in my ears like a relentless storm, each clash of steel and cry of pain pressing down on me. I could feel the weight of the war on my shoulders, heavier than I ever imagined. Every victory was a fleeting thing, swallowed by the constant, unyielding wave of battles, skirmishes, and losses. The taste of iron lingered on my tongue, and the noise—gods, the noise—was deafening.
• I gripped my sword tighter, my knuckles white, my breath ragged. The Red Lycan form surged through me, amplifying my senses, my strength, my power—but it didn’t make the loss any easier to bear. I fought alongside Blue and Grey, their figures a constant presence by my side, but the sight of our fallen comrades, the blood staining the ground, the bodies of our warriors, weighed heavily on my heart.
• How many had we lost today? How many more would we lose before the end?