TI ARA THORNELLS
We had absolutely no idea what had happened on the battlefield.
I wanted so badly to keep asking Commander Brigo, to find out what went wrong, who made it out, and what we were now up against. But one look at him, and I knew my questions could wait. His wounds needed attention first. He could barely speak, let alone explain anything. Each breath he took was shallow, strained, and filled with pain.
“The vampire knight isn’t here yet?! Get some bandages now!” I called out urgently, my voice rising above the noise as my friends hurried to help me. Together, we began removing the layers of armor wrapped tightly around Commander Brigo’s body.
Piece by piece, we undid the clasps and lifted the metal plates away. The armor was heavy, blood-stained, and dented, evidence of the
