The aftermath of the battle left a somber hush over New Haven. The golden morning light bathed the town in a warmth that felt ironic after the brutal clash, as if nature itself tried to offer solace in the face of horror. George moved through the crowd of survivors, his heart heavy as he observed the toll of the night.
The battlefield was littered with signs of the struggle, scattered weapons, churned earth, bloodstains on the ground, and the quiet sobs of those who had lost friends or family. Each wound, each tear-streaked face was a testament to the cost they had paid to keep their community safe.
"Let's get the wounded to the infirmary," George called out, his voice steady but tired. He gestured for the townspeople to gather the injured and began directing the able-bodied to transport those in need of immediate attention. Lucy and Raven joined him, supporting each other even as they worked with the community to care for the wounded.