The battlefield had long gone quiet, but the air still felt heavy with sorrow. None of the Blue Lions felt good about their victory. Everyone felt the weight of what had transpired.

You found Dimitri standing alone at the edge of camp, his gaze fixed on the horizon, though his eyes were unfocused. His posture was tense, jaw clenched, as if he were holding back the full weight of his thoughts.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, heavy with grief.

"Those weren’t knights or trained soldiers. They were ordinary people... fathers and sons trying to protect their Lord. We... we shouldn’t have killed them. We should have found another way."

His words hung in the air, bitter and lingering.