Chapter 3: Climax
The battlefield was a hellscape—a vast, desolate expanse of scorched earth and shattered rubble. The stench of burnt flesh and charred metal hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the carnage that had unfolded here. The once-lush grass was now nothing more than blackened, brittle strands crunching underfoot. The sun hung low in the sky, casting an eerie, bloody glow over the devastation.
Stephen stood at the edge of the battle zone, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The air was thick with the choking stench of burnt flesh and charred metal. He could feel the heat radiating from the scorched earth beneath his feet, the stark contrast to the cool breeze that swept through the forest earlier in the day.
The sun had begun to set, casting eerie, blood-red rays over the desolate landscape. The once vibrant greens and golds now lay dead and black, the smell of death and decay lingering heavy in the air.
Stephen's eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the remnants of the horrific battle that had just taken place.