The quiet night sky above the village was now painted with faint hues of purple and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. A cool breeze swept through the makeshift fortress, offering a brief moment of calm amidst the chaos of the day.
Amira who stood atop the icy fortress she had created, her piercing gaze scanning the village. The contrast was stark—peaceful now, but haunted by the screams and chaos that had erupted just hours earlier.
The villagers who were able-bodied were preparing food on one side of the square, working in silence. While the injured lay on the opposite end currently being treated in the makeshift clinic that Rhea and Mira had established.
And the rest of Amira's team which is not on guard duty, sat cross-legged in scattered corners, meditating to replenish their energy and temper their reserves.