Chapter 251

Still from Dante Point of View:

The dawn came slowly, as if the world itself were cautious about what it would let rise.

Smoke still lingered low over the fields, but already hands were busy — dragging the wounded from the hollows, stacking the dead in rows for ceremony, mending torn tents and shifting wagons to serve as shelters.

The castle’s outer court, once a place of idle gossip and washed l