The silence around the table was sepulchral. The soldier spoke, and he had the eyes of a man who had lost all faith. His previous resolute look had been replaced by the face of despair. He tried to control himself, but everyone could see him dying on the inside. He had experienced an enormous trauma, and Alex admired the man for being able to be sane to tell his story.
"How so, soldier?" Bogath asked, and the military looked to the orc, taking a deep breath, shaking his head, and straightening his back again,
"Master Bogath, it's a pleasure meeting you again. I had thirty soldiers when the dungeons started to breach. I had twenty-nine soldiers when the Cerberus started to run on the streets. When the orcs appeared, we had only ten left. This creature of the night killed fourteen of my soldiers, and we didn't get one of them," the man said with his voice trembling,
