Chapter 156: War of Attrition [13]
The next morning came slowly, with a dull gray sky hanging low over the camp.
The wind was cold and steady, brushing across the tents and making the canvas ripple softly.
Soldiers moved about, yawning and stiff from sleep, getting back into their routines.
The sound of armor clinking, crates being moved, and low voices filled the air.
Lena and Rook stepped out of their tent late. Blinking against the pale light.
Their movements were sluggish. Like they hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Lena rubbed her eyes and yawned. Rook stretched his arms and rolled his neck with a groan.
Cedric, nearby and helping some fresh recruits stack crates by the supply tent, glanced up and smiled. "You two really slept well yesterday, huh?"
Rook let out a quiet chuckle and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah... guess we were more tired than we thought."
Lena gave a small smile. "Must have been the battle fatigue."
Kyle stood a little ways off, near the training field. He was stretching slowly. Rolling his shoulders as if loosening up for a sparring match.