The atmosphere of the canyon was gloomy and silent despite the fact that it was barely mid morning. Towering red tents spread across the plain like a pool of ichor from the canyon itself.
Soldiers moved with practiced efficiency, but their gazes were crestfallen, their shoulders heavy. They carried wounded souls beneath their armor. Granted, many that were here were none of the ones that had set out to conquer the little nation.
They were supposed to be reinforcements... not the kind that came to replace tired soldiers. Their work was supposed to be to enter into Ryugan and take the city down finally after the first Nightblood had taken down the gate.
Granted, even they did not know that the Commander General of this operation had snuck forces into Ryugan from their blindspot.
And all of those endeavors that guaranteed impregnable victory had ended in devastating loss. The heaviest part of it all was that three important people had been lost in this battle.
