The battlefield was a scene of unspeakable horror. The ground was slick with blood, bodies strewn everywhere like discarded dolls, the air thick with the stench of death. The clash of metal on metal, the screams of dying men, and the endless rhythm of war had not ceased for five long hours. Neither clan had yielded, and the chaos only deepened as the fight raged on. Natalie’s mind spun in confusion as she stood in the midst of the turmoil. She could scarcely comprehend what was happening—men from Norwan's clan fighting alongside hers, yet others, from different factions, turned their weapons on their own. Which clan is this? She wondered,...