Following the demise of the Elves, the area around us became eerily quiet, the once lush meadow now a sombre graveyard.
The wind carried a bitterly cold air, whipping across the field that had now become a barren wasteland in the wake of our destructive battle. The charred remains of once towering trees stood as stark reminders of the clash that had occurred here.
Aria had painstakingly dug graves for each of her siblings near the entrance to the Despero Labyrinth, mourning them in silence. Larry and Drake offered what comfort they could, but the grief etched on Aria's face told me words were of little solace.
As I observed the scene, a twinge of impatience gnawed at me.
'We need to continue our journey...'
My goal of saving Karlia was hanging in the balance. Every second we delayed was one I couldn't bear to stand, and I wanted more than anything to express the swirling exasperation within me.