Abellona watched the proceedings with a calm and almost vacant expression. This was hardly the first war she had seen. In fact, this was only the first battlefield in a war that would prove to be even more dire for them.
It was a war for survival, and it seemed everyone had agreed that they did not want the Temple to survive.
Her gaze couldn't help but fall on a soldier she had seen earlier, screaming for glory and battle.
Now he was lying in a pile of bodies, whispering a single question.
"Is this hell?"
Abellona was far from him, and she could see healers trying to help him, but he was already done for. His organs were scattered across the ground, and blood had pooled around him. She wondered whose name he would call when everything began to go black.
That was just how war was.
