Giraldi told her to get to rest, and this time, she wasn’t feeling restless anymore—just tired. Walking towards her room, she hung her armor on the stand, removing the command chain and placing it on a nearby stone table. She stared at it for a moment before turning towards the bed. Laying down, she closed her eyes. She could hear shouts of centurions and grunts of griffin soldiers in unison; she could hear the noise of metal hitting metal. The grunts of hard work, sweat, and blood created a cacophony of lives preparing for battle. 