A sigh escaped her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "I wish this world could just be at peace," she murmured, her eyes closing as she succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue.
As night deepened, the weary warriors, those who had survived the afternoon's brutal onslaught, began to trickle back into the camp. The tents and makeshift shelters, once bustling with activity, were now filled with the quiet murmurs of the injured and the soft snores of the exhausted.
Wang Jianhong and Qian Guanting, their bodies bearing the scars of battle, returned to the camp designated for the Star Shiny Kingdom's people. They sought refuge among their comrades, finding solace in the shared experience of hardship and loss.