Healing Wounds and Mending Hearts

That grim thought echoed in Madison's mind as she turned away from the pyres, her heart heavy with the weight of their losses. The acrid smell of smoke clung to her clothes, a stark reminder of the price they had paid for their victory against Karnath-Gor.

Wald's hand found hers, his grip strong and reassuring. "Come," he said softly. "We have much to do."

They made their way back to the castle, the sounds of mourning fading behind them. The halls were eerily quiet, most of the staff and soldiers still outside paying their respects to the fallen. Madison felt a pang of guilt at leaving the ceremony early, but she knew Wald was right. They couldn't afford to waste any time.

In the war room, maps and battle plans were strewn across the large oak table. Wald pored over them, his brow furrowed in concentration. Madison watched him, marveling at his ability to focus on the task at hand despite the emotional toll of the day.