"Take his body to the altar. And tell the Ersion's to prepare for the rituals. Godmother should be happy today." Baani said, and little pixie-like creatures flew from the various trees and started chiming and chirping in excitement.
Though they lost his army, their leaders and many men, there wasn't a single trace of sadness over anyone's faces now.
The soulless 'puppets' had regained their sanity back and without any question, complaint, or confusion, stepped forward to pick Rio's body and started walking towards the big tree in the center.
Valtor took his place next to Baani, like his guard without saying anything. A mark made out of green veins grew from his navel and flowed towards his chest and etched itself in a tree's pattern.
"Have you found Dyaem?" Baani turned his head and asked the man who was earlier counting crimes for Rio and Valtor. The guiltkeeper, who was busy admiring Valtor into his ranks.
