As Shi Tian concluded his thoughts, he resolved to honor the fallen soldiers in the best way he could.
Despite the ongoing chaos and instability of the world, he understood the significance of paying respect to those who had lost their lives in this tumultuous landscape.
"You may have been forgotten since no one would be bothered to send your corpses back to Gearits City. But at the very least, you can rest in peace, unlike some other unfortunate beings." Shi Tian mumbled softly.
Gently walking over to the pile of corpses, he took a moment to set up a makeshift memorial.
Gathering rocks and wooden remnants from the battlefield, he carefully constructed a small altar to commemorate the fallen soldiers. Placing some wildflowers and whatever remnants of respect he could conjure up, he created a touching tribute to the departed souls.
While Shi Tian was busy doing this, Mary smiled softly in the Iron Sentinel.