Mirumoto Kei’s vision blurred, and she felt herself retching. The smell of smoke overpowered her; too powerful, as it seemed distant but filled her nostrils all the same. She steadied herself, blinking sleep away from her eyes, and focused her sight forward. She was not outside, she was not on a battlefield – she was in her small command tent, a few feet away from her bedroll. The night air seemed balmy and thin, a cool breeze swept down the foot of the mountains towards her tent. She composed herself — she had awoken, immediately felt sick, and moved to the corner. “No…” Her blood grew cold.