"I still can't believe the village is gone… we buried all those people." A man spoke softly, as the wound of witnessing such destruction, refused to lay dormant.
It was dusk by now, and near the sizzling campfires, everyone was given some space and time to ponder things over. They had been rushing a lot after the disaster happened, and had this dim hope of getting things back in order; In other words, they hadn't been given much time to think.
Now when they had the chance to slow down, was when the pain settled in. They became more and more aware of the losses, they realized that nothing was going to be the same after this point.
"It's gone… but we can't stop fighting." A woman within the few groups, later added, and disregarded all of the destruction. "Don't feel down, we're lucky that the mammoth or whatever he is, is here to help us. We'd be homeless forever if he wasn't here."
