The Duke of War's estate was drowned in the sounds of agony. The entire front courtyard had been turned into a nursing field, if it could even be called that. Makeshift beds covered the ground, soldiers lay packed shoulder-to-shoulder, their bodies burned to the flesh. Gauze, made of fur, clung to open wounds, peeling away skin each time the healers tried to change it. The sight alone was nauseating. The smell spread through the castle, even reaching other nobles's estates.
"Kill me… please… just kill me…"
Cries like these echoed constantly, but the physicians only clenched their jaws and continued working, pulling away soaked bandages and applying salves that made the wounded scream louder.
