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The rain stopped, but black clouds turned the day into night. Yakir could barely make out the warriors standing nearby. It was already three hours since they were sitting at the tent. Lightning flashed less and less often - the thunderstorm went to the southwest of the Kingdom. To the left, somewhere in the steppe, now and then rare lights flickered: doctors, together with the soldiers of Tyr, helped the wounded - both their own and others. According to Olon, who, having brought meat and bread, briefly reported on the losses, they had to manage before morning.

“We set up tents right on the field,” the officer said. - The princess sent several herbalists and women to help. There are many wounded, Your Highness - more than those killed. I'm afraid we'll have to be delayed: many are in serious condition, they can't be transported.

"Okay," Christian said quietly. - Keep me informed.

Rising, Yakir threw back his wet hood and looked searchingly at Olon.

- What about the Council? - he