Chapter 32 The Price Of Victory

• The fight had left everything in tumult — broken bodies, broken weapons, and the staggering smell of blood and debris hung thick in the air. My legs wobbled as I coincidentally found the field, my heart actually dashing from the battle. Each breath felt like a triumph in itself.
• "Sebastian!" I called, checking the war zone. My voice broke from fatigue, yet I was unable to stand to rest yet. The shadows had withdrawn, but it certainly wasn't over yet.
• "Here!" His voice reverberated from behind a group of broken stone. I surged toward him, avoiding the destruction of our fallen enemies. At the point when I found him, he was resting up against one of the support points, blood dousing through his sleeve, his face not set in stone.