The two of them packed up and stepped out of the tent.
The Barbarians outside had nearly finished.
The wounded had their injuries treated, and the bodies of their fallen comrades were lashed to branches, ready to be carried back to their tribe.
These Warriors who lived in such a bitterly cold land were remarkably resilient. They seemed as full of vigor as they had before the battle, showing no signs of grief for their fallen comrades.
"Soldiers of the Ancient Empire of Ora Kaim fought Barbarian Warriors thousands of years ago. To think we'd see such a sight again thousands of years later... I wonder if those warriors knew this fate awaited them after death." Ale sighed, gazing at the bone fragments nearby. "History is like a circle."
Having no time for the girl's poetic musings, Colin shouted to Orelia, "Get ready to head back!"
The words had barely left his mouth when several blood-curdling screams echoed from the other side of the camp.
