Adam ordered that all the wounded be treated before retreating to a makeshift tent where the knights were waiting for him. The atmosphere inside was tense.
Everyone was watching him.
They were men of his own rank, veterans who had survived countless battles... and yet, their eyes betrayed their exhaustion and unease.
Adam sighed before speaking.
"We've managed to buy some time... however, as you know, the second attack that will come will be much stronger, more dangerous, and, above all, bloody, with many deaths on our side."
His gaze slowly swept across the faces in front of him.
Some swallowed hard. Others had sweat marking their foreheads.
It was understandable.
They had just survived a wave of monsters. Then they had received the news that their Lord had returned sick with an illness that, apparently, had no cure.
And now they had to prepare for another battle.
One in which many would die... not for lack of strength, but for lack of endurance.
Adam continued:
