unevarce ,The Flames of Destiny

The morning light spread across the eastern horizon, painting the sky in tinges of gold and sanguine, as if the welkin themselves were drenched in fire. A silence hung over the camp of Dharampur — a silence that carried both expectation and dread. It was n't the silence of peace, but the pause before the storm, the stillness in which soldiers acclimated their armor and townies rumored prayers for their survival.