The acrid smell of smoke and blood still clung to Ashin's senses, a suffocating reminder of the horror she had unleashed. Every slain soldier was a testament to the vengeance that had consumed her. Now, the camp lay silent, a macabre monument to her fury. But silence offered no solace. Only a hollow emptiness that threatened to consume her entirely. As the first rays of dawn pierced the smoke-filled sky, Ashin stumbled towards the edge of the forest. The world swam before her eyes, a kaleidoscope of blood and fire, of lost innocence and shattered hope. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the cover of a tree, eyes falling upon the carnage Ashin had wrought. Ashin raised her bow, her finger instinctively tracing the familiar groove of the nock...