Capítulo 214: Tired Steps

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And so, they were gathered. The jovial mood of the departing party was sobered, as they saw that the fires of the funeral pyre still burned. There was not a single man amongst them who would dare disrespect the fallen. A warrior who and fought and died with bravery was to be honoured.

The mess of chaos had been cleaned by them, it seemed, as the wreckage of tents no longer existed. In fact, there were no tents at all that stood standing. Perhaps they had all been burned, because no sign of them was to be found.

Instead, the men stood waiting, clutching all that they owned, stern faced. They had cried their tears the previous night, and now they were ready to face the future. To explore a new avenue of conflict, a truer one. An avenue closer to the source. An avenue that mattered.