บท 417: Freya's rise

For several hours, the Xaos Forces and Turkin riders rested upon the blood-soaked slopes of Kuro Mountain. The stench of blood and death permeated the air. Yet, the exhaustion they felt was so overwhelming that they could have slept surrounded by garbage without a problem. 

As the sun rose once more, casting golden hues across the scarred landscape, it marked the beginning of a new day. Gradually, the soldiers began to awaken, feeling their energy and stamina returning. Muscles still ached, and wounds throbbed, but the rest had done wonders for their weary bodies.

Grand Marshal Anglius was among the first to rise. He stood tall, stretching his limbs and taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air.