Khygnos gently placed the corpse of her clansman, the clansman who had followed her for years, the clansman who fought by her side, sacrificed their future only to be slain by their descendants' treachery.
"Tyrion, my sworn brother, you died due to my incompetence."
Khygnos fell on her knees as she bitterly wept, and her painful cries resonated in the halls full of recently slaughtered enemies.
Khygnos's companions, after their untimely murder, had their bodies auctioned off or gifted to others.
Khygnos spent the last couple of weeks tracking down their remains, but sometimes she failed to recover their intact corpses.
It was an emotionally draining affair for her, seeing her trusted comrades in such conditions.
Adawen stood near Khygnos as her howls of sadness echoed in the area.
Sometime later, Khygnos regained her composure as she stored Tyrion's body in her space ring.
"Adawen, it is time for us to return."
