The funeral took place at noon. When the sun was at its highest, the dead bodies were placed at the edge of the furthest cliff, wrapped in fur and leather of the best kind.
The Chief walked ahead with a long bone in his hand that was burning with the Sacred flame. By the second, the flame was eating up the bone, getting closer and closer to the chief's hands.
The chief slowly walked forward and lit up the dead bodies one by one, until all of them were lit up.
"May the gods in the Sacred halls accept you all," the chief said.
"MAY THE GODS IN THE SACRED HALLS ACCEPT YOU ALL!!" the rest of the tribe followed suit as they screamed the best they could to part with their dead.
Alex looked at only the one at the center that slowly burned in red, pink, yellow, and purple colors.
The fire consumed everything, not even leaving ashes behind. Only smoke remained and it blew away with the wind.
