บท 123: 123

Cedric. 

I stood tall amidst the devastating aftermath of the fierce battle, my gaze sweeping over the desolate scene. The once vibrant ground was now a somber canvas, littered with debris and remnants of destruction. The acrid scent of blood mingled with the lingering fragrance of death, filling the air with an eerie presence that sent shivers down my spine. A heavy weight settled in my chest, a solemn burden that mirrored the solemnity of the fallen.