The sky had become grey again. It was morning, but there was no sunlight.
The knights and soldiers woke up for training and practice. Even in such a dangerous place, it was their morning routine to train themselves.
In one of the tents, which had been set up as a medical facility, a young man lay on a bed inside. His breathing was calm.
His consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep, suffocating water. At first, there was only darkness. Then came light.
A blurred shape hovered above him, pale and unfamiliar. As his vision struggled to focus, the shape sharpened into fabric stretched tightly overhead.
A tent ceiling.
"…Huh…?"
The sound barely left his throat. He tried to move. The moment he did, sudden pain exploded through his body.
A sharp, burning agony shot through his chest, his arms, his legs. Everywhere at once. His breath hitched as a low groan escaped him.
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