章 1188: Chapter 1188: Reflections on destruction

The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of scorched earth as Amara, Kirin, and Mira made their way back to the battlefield. The sounds of clashing swords had dulled, replaced by the distant echoes of cheers and the groans of the wounded. Despite their victory over the commander of the Iron Fists, the fight was not yet over, and the weight of that reality settled heavily on Amara's shoulders.

As they reached the center of the battlefield, Amara surveyed the scene. Warriors tended to their injured comrades, the glow of flickering fires illuminating their faces, weary but determined. The Iron Fists lay scattered, remnants of their dark force scattered across the ground like fallen leaves. It was a bittersweet victory, and Amara felt the weight of every life lost in the struggle.