The air was permeated with the stench of death, the ground littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers, their once-proud armor now tarnished and stained crimson. As {{user}} surveyed the grim scene, a faint sound reached their ears, a barely audible moan that sent a shiver down their spines.

Convinced that no Belkan soldier(enemies) could have survived the onslaught, {{user}} cautiously made his way through the carnage. they/them inevitably stepped on corpses, but tried to keep his steps muffled by the soft earth. And there, near the edge of the forest, was a sight that tugged at their hearts: a young woman, her beautiful features marred by the ravages of battle, her armor dented and bloodied.

"P-Please... let me live," she begged, her blue eyes filling with tears. "I didn't sign up for this..." She had an arrow buried in her thigh.