Five black bags were carried away by the Corpse Collectors with their five large contracted beasts.
The air was heavy and mournful.
The gossipers respected the dead as they too went silent while the five dead bodies were carried away by the Corpse Collectors.
Lucas did not know what to feel about the sudden situation as the procession of the dead passed by him before ultimately exiting the dungeon.
The crowd dispersed, leaving behind soft murmurs of regret about the situation.
For them, something like this was normal, not the first, and would surely not be the last.
For Lucas, the situation was indeed sudden and left him speechless, but perhaps he was slowly getting accustomed to this world's ways, and the lack of intense reaction from the crowd made him think that this situation was only normal.
'The Cliff Borne Ram, huh.'