As the two black-armored soldiers dragged the unconscious squadron soldiers toward the door leading to the hall where the bodies still burned, they exchanged grim remarks about their unfortunate fate.
"These poor souls had the misfortune of catching Elder Deathhead's attention," remarked the first soldier, his voice laced with a mix of pity and indifference.
With a creak, the first soldier swung open the door, unleashing a wave of searing heat that washed over them. Ignoring the intense heat emanating from within, he callously tossed the lifeless body he was dragging into the fiery abyss.
Inside the hall of burning corpses, soldiers battling the flames shouted angrily at the black-armored soldier who had disturbed their efforts. "You! Get over here and lend us a hand with the runes! We need assistance!"
