Chapter 47 - The Hard Pursuit

Dawn after the battle of Cibalae broke not with the promise of glory, but with the stench of death. The pale morning light revealed the true cost of Constantine's victory. The plain was a ghastly, sprawling tapestry of twisted bodies and broken wargear. Thousands of men, from his own Western legions and from Licinius's Danubian army, lay still upon the churned, blood-soaked earth. The air was thick with the groans of the wounded, a sound that no cheer of victory could entirely drown out.