Night had finally descended upon Senkeht. For the first time in days, no roars were echoing through the desert, no trembling ground, no pressure hanging over the town like a death sentence. The tension that had gripped everyone since the beginning of the attacks had loosened, replaced by something almost unfamiliar.
Relief. The town was alive again. Large bonfires burned across the streets and plazas, their flames dancing against the sandstone walls and ruined buildings. Warriors sat together around the fires with cups in hand, laughing loudly despite their injuries. Some had bandages wrapped around their arms and torsos, others limped slightly, but none of it mattered tonight. They had survived.
