In Breydan's camp,
The warriors held a small funeral for their fallen comrades, mourning their loss.
It had been a day after they had failed to capture Bel and the omega.
They had searched for hours, finding no clues as to where the necromancer or the shadow wolf could be, chalking it up to them teleporting miles away.
"We have lost our families, but that does not mean we too should be lost...," Breydan's voice thundered, holding a tone of sorrow.
The warriors had gathered in the small cemetery behind their camp, praying for the departed souls of their comrades.
They all wore sorrowful expressions, with their heads bowed down as they prayed for their departed comrades, their hearts heavy. Yet, as men, they did not shed a tear.
