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Elijah panted and gazed out upon the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers lay motionless on the grass, now glistening wet with dew and blood. Sweat drips down his forehead underneath his helm as reality struck him. Everyone was dead. All his brothers in arms, the other knights. Even the enemy. Were all gone. In a last desperate attempt at honour, he drew his sword and threw himself on it, slumping to the floor as a young witch looked on with intrigue