For once, no one argued.
The decision to stay in camp felt like a small victory in itself, a brief reprieve from the relentless pressure they had been under.
As the day stretched on, the soldiers tended to their injuries, repaired their equipment, and shared what little food they had left.
But even in rest, the shadow of the beast loomed over them.
Its roar echoed faintly in the distance, a reminder that their enemy was still out there, waiting.
And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the camp in darkness, each of them silently wondered if rest would truly be enough—or if they were merely delaying the inevitable.
As the days stretched into weeks, the soldiers found themselves growing more hesitant to venture out again.
Their collective failure against the beast had left scars deeper than the ones they bore on their bodies.