Art by  Pesets

There is always that moment of Quiet after a battle. Even if it was only a small engagement. That point where the impacts and shouting stops. replaced with the groans of the dying. The point where the blood stops pounding in your ears and you're left with only the sound of your own ragged breathing, And those around you turn to survery the carnage left strewn haphazardly about.

And all that is left to do, is collect the wounded, and find a safe place to lay your head.