While Asura enjoyed a pleasant meal with Verana and Vela, the story on Silvara's other side couldn't be any different. Men and women ate dried bread, so rough the thin soup barely softened the crispy texture.
Garrett and Glade went with their men to the wasteland formerly known as Lyndwrym, now home to thousands of corpses, with only hundreds of soldiers remaining. They lost all hope and passion, forced to store the remaining civilians in the citadel's basement.
"Mother, will we survive the night?" A young girl asked, her hands carrying a ruined and dirty doll while her mother shivered, covered in bandages.
"We... we will be fine, my love. The knights will protect us."
"But Mommy... the knights are all sleeping in the fields."
The room below the citadel glowed with light because of the abundance of torches, and several wounded knights stayed down here as a last line of defence.
