Death is not the end, but a weightier way to lift the tribe to higher skies.
The post-war ritual continues.
The remains collected by the Dragon Wing Clan warriors from the battlefield are continuously repaired into the city walls.
There is no sorrow throughout the process, each Dragon Wing Clan warrior's eyes glisten with spirited war intent.
When the last scale is embedded into the wall, the Dragon Descendant raises the Dragon Breath Rule in hand, looks up to the sky, and lets out a low, deep howl.
The haunting sound is like an ancient war song.
The other Dragon Wing Clan members follow suit, howling, their voices converging and echoing through the canyon.
As the howling subsides, the Dragon Descendant bends down to pick up a handful of dust, sprinkling it onto the city wall.
Tribe members bend down in turn, picking up scorched earth and scattering it onto the city wall.
The movements are slow and solemn, paying homage and bidding farewell to the fallen warriors.
