Though victory had been won a depressed mood covered the battlefield, there was so much death, how could they ever celebrate such a hard won victory.
The remaining soldiers and adventurers that were here fighting day and night dragged themselves behind the wall to the medical centre with glazed eyes, their hearts already dark and cold.
The mighty northern wall that stood as bastion during the stampede was littered with massive holes and cracks making it look like the walls of a ruin but the most frightening thing was the colour. The grey and blue wall was now blood red, so much blood had spilled that the colour had completely changed. The pungent liquid seeped deep into the stone, ice and pykrete forever changing wall, a permanent reminder of the losses endured these past few days, today most of all.