Turai's breath came in slow, measured gasps as he stared down at Ivan's lifeless body. The air was still, a heavy silence draped over the scene like a burial shroud.
The battle had taken its toll, but there was no time to dwell on the details. He had other tasks to attend to, and he wasn't about to leave Ivan's body out in the open.
Nearby, he found a small rock formation jutting up from the earth, a natural monument that would serve well as a marker.
Drawing on his magic, Turai channeled his energy into the ground, feeling the familiar pull as he manipulated the earth.
The rocks trembled and shifted, and a deep trench opened in the ground before him, wide enough to accommodate Ivan's body. It was a fitting resting place, he thought, away from the chaos of battle.