Kael

Snow lay like a heavy blanket on the corpses, mingling with the cold, thick blood soaked into the ground. I felt every gust of wind, every touch of cold on my wounds, and every breath felt like a knife in my chest. Time lost its meaning here—the days merged into an endless stream of pain, blood, and alien screams, remaining only in my memory.

And suddenly… movement. At first, slight, barely discernible in the white darkness, and then steps, cautious, soft, like a shadow gliding across the surface of the field. My heart began to beat faster, but my body treacherously refused to obey. Who is coming? An enemy? The spirit of the fallen? Or a random traveler, daring to pass through this hell?

I strained my eyes, biting down the inner pain, and my heart seemed to freeze. She walks... without seeing me. Unaware that among the blood and dead bodies lies a knight, almost losing his willpower. And yet... there is something in her gait that inspires a strange feeling—anxiety and, at the same time, relief. A moment, and I understand: I want to know who she is... I want to hear her voice before the darkness takes me completely."