The battlefield lay in ruins, Goro's forces devastated far beyond expectation. The fourth day had ended, but the outcome was entirely against the Tsuitsui Clan.
The main battlefield was a wreck of blood and bodies. Mangled corpses lay in uneven heaps, weapons scattered like broken bones across the ravaged earth. The scent of poison and iron mixed into a choking stench that clung to the air.
Cries of dying men still echoed faintly, buried under the weight of silence that followed the retreat. The Tsuitsui survivors moved through the carnage with hollow eyes, many of them too numb to even speak.
Some searched the piles for familiar faces. Some dropped to their knees when they found them. Others simply stared, unable to accept what the day had taken.
More than a thousand Tsuitsui men, far more than all the previous days combined, had fallen today!
Veterans, novices, elites, brothers… all dead.
