Chapter 15 Blood and Ashes

The battlefield was a roar of chaos. Smoke clogged the air, thick and acrid, turning every breath into a struggle. The ground was a churned mess of mud, blood, and shattered concrete. Screams tore through the haze, some defiant, others desperate. Celia ran low, weaving between crumbling barricades, her rifle steady in her hands. She fired in short,