Of the twenty thousand soldiers remaining in the Darah center army, maybe a quarter of that was able to follow our column down to join the fifteen thousand survivors of the right army. The rest were scattered to the wind, fleeing west like Vardoom's left army, or more likely, dead as dead could be. So, in a way, I guess you could say that my great escape plan was successful. Despite the heavy cost it took to make it work.
Theren Everleaf's death was just one of many. And the sting of all the sacrifices made to get Great General Darah out of the Scarlet Moon's trap was akin to a shadowblade spear tip piercing my heart, an icy wound that drained me of warmth.
As soon as Darah arrived in the right army, she took command of our combined forces, and following my recommendation, ordered the retreat south to the borders of Lover's Embrace.
