Chapter 21 Grandfather's Order

Snow fell in haunting silence, as a ghostly shroud over the abandoned train yard. The world was still, frozen in time, as if mourning the battle that had just unfolded. Tara lay there—motionless. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, the warmth of her blood blooming against the frost-covered ground. Snowflakes drifted onto her battered form, covering her like a fallen warrior—like a princess of war buried beneath an unforgiving sky.