Retreat! she ordered to her soldiers, her voice strained, barely able to rise above the chaos But it was too late. As she turned to flee, the weight of the situation pressed down on her chest, her breaths shallow as she sprinted through the battlefield, the cries of her soldiers ringing in her ears. The feeling of defeat, of loss, gnawed at her insides An arrow pierced her leg The sharp pain shot through her body, but Elisa did not stop. She could not. Her body burned, her breath came in ragged gasps, but she pushed herself onward, ignoring the blood soaking through her armor. Erindor had fallen The triumphant sound of the elven horns filled the air, sealing the fate of the battle. Elisa’s heart pounded with a mixture of rage, grief, and guilt. Her soldiers, her people—they were all gone A stab wound, fresh and burning in her side, added to the weight of her injury. Her vision blurred, the world spinning around her, but still, she ran She had to survive. She had to live to fight another day Through the fog, Elisa saw something—a figure. A shadow. A flicker of hope, however faint With the last of her strength, she staggered toward it, her voice hoarse, desperate Please… help me.