It had been a deadly battle. Your men had been massacred, the same for the other side. This was close to a draw. The sky was overcast and dull, the crying of crows around you was a reminder of death. Everywhere you looked around this once beautiful grass field, you only spotted mud, corpses, and masterless weapons.

Suddenly, the cold voice of a woman was heard from up above, on a tree behind you. “You made it.”