Battle!

The rain stopped, and the darkness of the night faded, two yellow balls were rising in the north-east and south-east. The birds twittered and leaves rustled as the wind flew—with the wind spread the stench of blood and wafted the entire surrounding. The dead forest around the hill had turned into a flat land of death—littered with corpses and blood and boulders.

"It's unbearable!" complained Noor, looking at the bloody mess in front of her from the woods.

"Don't act like a spoiled brat now," Isobel rolled her eyes. "We have seen our share of blood and massacre."

"I don't know what that bastard is doing?" Noor grumbled. "I can't contact Ayaan."

"Me neither," Isobel shook her head. "He must be busy, that's why he isn't replying to us."

"What busy," Noor said disdainfully. "That bastard must fucking sister Rebecca."

"Oh, so you are jealous, huh?"