Most of the awakeners and guild members had already fallen asleep wherever they could find space, their bodies giving in after using up every last drop of energy during the fight.
A few still remained awake, mostly the guards of Solaria and some support-class awakeners who were tending to the wounded or organizing supplies. Others were simply too tired to sleep, staring up at the sky with dazed expressions, unsure if the calm would last or if the dragons would suddenly return.
Near the large campfire at the center of the resting zone, Isabella stood on a crate with her hands on her hips. She raised her voice so it could reach every ear still awake.
"Everyone who isn't working, get some sleep. We can't win tomorrow's battle if we collapse from exhaustion. Rest while you can. That's an order."
Some people chuckled softly at her stern tone but obeyed, finding places to lay down as the camp began to grow quiet again.
