It was far too loud a cheer for the victory that had been achieved – it was a mere three Gorebeasts, after all, out of an army of a hundred of the things, or even four hundred, if those monsters on the other side were to be more than an illusion. But they cheered anyway.
They cheered like starving men, finding their first scrap of food after over a week of empty. They cheered like blind men that caught their first hint of the light, like they'd arisen from the deep underground after days without fresh air.
They'd reached the depths of despair, without despairing.
They'd lost everything, without losing it all.
