บท 105: Chapter 105: Facing the dead.

Leander worked on Antonia. He had undressed her to her underwear and was cleaning her with the water and cloth — now. She had small cuts and bite marks on her, which looked postmortem. Her snapped neck was the hardest part about her.

It hung limp and Leander had to place it in a cast. For all who died, he had done his best to hide the fact that they were dead. Going as far as to close bites and cuts.

He knew that it was a waste of mana, but he did not want to lay them on the pyre as anything less than whole. Leander finished cleaning her, and then dressed her in a white robe.

 They had taken white robes for each of the adventurers, but, back when he only needed to mention loot to get their blood pumping, people had joked that they didn't need to bring them.

Now, they were using them, and the joy that everyone had felt at the start of this expedition was long gone.

"Leander, you should rest," Jean sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.