The sound finally stopped. It left behind a heavy silence, the kind that felt like the air was holding its breath.
Those who were able to stand, those whose ears were not bleeding or whose heads had not gone dizzy, slowly moved toward the ones who had collapsed.
Footsteps were shaky, and some limped, their eyes wide with fear and confusion as they looked at their fallen comrades lying scattered on the ground like broken dolls.
Dayanara stumbled forward, dropping to her knees beside a woman who had passed out.
She placed two fingers on the woman's neck and shouted so the others could hear her. "They're not dead! They're just unconscious! Don't panic!"
Others nearby began checking their guildmates and friends, and soon voices began to echo through the camp again. "She's breathing!"
"He's alive, help me lift him!"
"Get water, now!"
The Crown Prince, who had managed to cover his ears just in time, looked around the battlefield in disbelief.
