ETHENIA’S POV:
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The scent of raw cow’s meat lingered in the crisp dawn air, mingling with the rich, heady aroma of spiced wine. The dying embers of the campfire cast a faint glow across our small camp, nestled at the edge of the dense forest. The first light of morning crept through the trees, stretching long shadows over the ground as laughter echoed in the quiet, fading night. The feast of victory was nearing its end, but the triumph still burned bright within me.
We did it.
I leaned back against a fallen log, my goblet raised high, the dark red liquid swirling like liquid fire. Across from me, Bhetu tore into a thick slab of meat with a wolfish grin, her green eyes glinting with satisfaction.
Nala, ever the composed one, sipped her wine delicately, though even she couldn't sup
