Three days later, at dawn, at the border of Frost Country, under the heroic spirit monument outside the fortress.
This tombstone made of pitch-black soul burial stones was engraved with a large number of the names of the soldiers who died in the battle to defend the fortress.
Marshal Amut half-knelt under the heroic spirit monument and placed a sealed urn under the heroic spirit monument.
“Rest in peace, old friend. May you not die such a humiliating death in the next life.”
Marshal Amut opened the urn and grabbed one of the ashes. The wind and snow swept the ashes into the sky and dissipated them.
Behind Marshal Amut, thirty-seven heavy armored knights wearing silver armor and capes did the same thing. They solemnly held the urn in their hands, they let the dust-covered ashes blend into the frost and snow of the frost country.
The souls sleeping in the urn were all generals killed by the judges.
