After cleaning the city, Arad flew back out to Alcott and the others, finding the villagers they met before emerging from the forest. They have made their way here, seeking refuge.
"No way," The village chief stared at the city, falling on his knees, "How could it be,"
"There was nothing we could do," Alcott replied, "Vlad isn't something we can fight without preparation,"
"Damnable blood-sucking fiends," The chief growled, standing up and looking at the other villagers. "Who had family here," He shouted.
Several people approached, and Arad pulled the city map for them. "Can you point out where they lived so I can pull them out for you?"
One after another, each family who had relatives had Arad bring their corpses out for one final look. The shriveled, bloodless bodies only served as a reminder of how cruel the world is to the powerless.
"Where do you want to bury them?" Merlin asked.
