As Eldric stood in silent tribute to his fallen comrades, the air around him was heavy with a mix of respect and sorrow. The battlefield, for a moment, seemed to pause in honor of Darren and Lina, warriors of Ascendara whose presence was now marked by absence.
Kralar, ever the provocateur, watched Eldric's solemn vigil with a disdainful eye. Breaking the silence, he taunted, "Pity, isn't it? Your holy powers make it impossible for you to give your friends the burial they deserve," his voice dripping with mock sympathy, a sardonic grin twisting his features. His intent was clear: to undermine Eldric's composure, to pierce the armor of the Ascendant's solemnity with cruel words.
