-Third-Person Perspective-
The sky darkened, and the lingering traces of battle still clung to the air. Yet, within the military camp, a sense of calm slowly settled.
Exhausted soldiers sat around the campfires, their faces etched with fatigue.
Arkan walked among them, quietly observing the state of his troops.
They had succeeded.
They had defeated the Hellbound Behemoth—the monster that had ruled this forest for years.
But victory came at a cost.
Their bodies were drained, their strength nearly spent.
And the best way to recover from exhaustion?
Food.
Arkan exhaled deeply before turning toward the field kitchen, a temporary setup near the camp.
At the Field Kitchen
The atmosphere in the makeshift kitchen was bustling, with field cooks preparing what little supplies they had left.
One of the cooks wiped his forehead and turned toward Arkan.
"Sir, the food is still being prepared. We're trying to make soup with what we have, but our supplies are limited."
