Battle Between Two Sorcery Women

Das stumbled into his tent, his body exhausted from the battle. The moment he stepped inside, he tore off his bloodied upper clothes and tossed them to the side, barely managing to drag himself to the bed. 

He ignored the pain that shot through his muscles with every movement, burying himself under the blanket as if hoping it could hide the wounds and exhaustion that clung to him. His chest heaved as he took in deep, uneven breaths, his mind racing from the day's events.

The silence inside the tent was broken by the hurried footsteps of Kavi. She pushed her way inside, clutching a first aid kit tightly to her chest. Her eyes flickered to Das lying under the blanket, and without a word, she kneeled beside the bed, pulling out a cotton swab and antiseptic. Gently, she began cleaning the wounds that marred his body, careful not to disturb him too much.