After days of the incident
The battlefield had fallen into a strange, suffocating silence. Smoke curled from shattered shields and splintered spears, drifting over the scorched earth. The cries of the fallen had long since faded, leaving only the uneasy whisper of wind and ash.
General Vael Dran stood at the center of his command, his brows furrowed as he surveyed the aftermath. The few soldiers still standing shifted nervously, glancing toward the horizon.
"Sir… our men…" one of his aides stammered, voice barely audible.
Vael Dran's eyes snapped toward him. "What? What happened?"
Varos, a seasoned Veinwalker by his own right, stepped forward, his expression tightening. He clenched his fists, feeling the tremor in the spiritual currents around them.
"Tsk… I sense an overwhelming Shinrei…" he muttered.
