What Are You Looking At, Beggars?

After several minutes had elapsed, a profound silence descended upon the battlefield, shrouding it in an eerie stillness. The once thunderous clash of battle cries and the relentless clash of steel against steel had vanished without a trace. It was as if an invisible hand had muffled the soldiers' voices, rendering them silent as the grave.

Desmond, having recently regained his senses, furrowed his brows as he surveyed the room. His gaze fell upon the slumbering figure of Laura, her peaceful repose undisturbed by the strange phenomena that had gripped their surroundings. Annie, too, had keenly observed the inexplicable quietude, her eyes filled with a somber understanding.

"Stay here," Desmond commanded Annie, his voice resolute yet tinged with concern. "If anyone inquires, inform them that I have ventured out for a stroll." Annie met his solemn gaze and nodded in silent agreement.