The Battle 3.1

War is never a good thing. Each clash of battle, each roar of rage, only deepens the wounds that will not easily heal.

The land, once fertile and peaceful, is now stained with blood. The once refreshing air trembles with desperate cries. Every footstep no longer leaves a trace of life, but instead marks the terrible footprints of death.

Amidst the din of the ongoing battle, some tried to close their mouths tightly to prevent any sound from escaping. They created silence, hoping that their lives would be spared in the silence.

Their minds spun in circles, filled with growing fear. They realized that the critical situation was far from over. The battle continued, even though the warriors of the Frostholm Pack had managed to push back the warriors of the Nimbria Pack. They braced themselves for the worst, expecting the war to erupt even more violently than before.

Time seemed to move so slowly. Each passing second felt like a game of death. In their minds, the image of death became m