[The Battlefield — Continuation — The Cliff]
The battlefield had finally fallen silent; the endless hissing that had shaken Zahryssar for three days was gone. The Black Serpent Army lay scattered across the crimson earth. Thousands of lifeless bodies remained where they had fallen, their massive forms twisted unnaturally, their eyes forever frozen in terror.
The air no longer carried the stench of venom. Captain Varesh slowly lowered his sword; his exhausted body swayed as he looked over the battlefield as his voice was barely a whisper.
"I...I cannot believe we actually won."
No one answered him because no one felt victorious. Nearby...Raevahan stood completely still; his eyes were empty, as though his soul had remained beside the woman he had lost.
Without a word, his serpent form slowly disappeared; one after another, the remaining commanders also returned to their human forms. No one celebrated.
