Kisha turned her gaze toward the mountain of corpses piled outside the wall, the overpowering stench finally registering now that the battle was over.
During the fight, survival had been their only focus—adrenaline had dulled their senses, pushing everything else to the background. But now, with their bodies finally at rest, the gruesome reality of the aftermath settled in.
The soldiers standing atop the wall began to shift uncomfortably as the foul odor assaulted their nostrils.
The wind carried the putrid stench far beyond the barricade of the wall, seeping into the central hall—a sickening reminder of the carnage they had just endured.
"Ugh! It feels like I can taste it through my nostrils. Uweh!" A soldier gagged, his body still weak from exhaustion as he fought the urge to vomit.
The stench wasn't just the foulness of a dumpster or a rotting corpse—it was something far worse, something thick and suffocating.
