Cliff went to the entrance, keeping an eye on what was trying to enter, unlike earlier, he was now armed, it was a short sword, which strongly resembled a dagger, but it was quite long and wide to be considered a sword.
Her nervous gaze fell on Yadha and another young woman who seemed to be a little older than her, they were hurrying to round up the wounded.
Cliff hadn't wanted this but he was forced to leave the dead behind, they had died in excruciating pain, and even after their deaths, they were not given a proper funeral. They were left in a corner where they might end up being eaten by ogres or scavengers from the woods, depending on the end result of the situation.
Frustrated, Cliff was gritting his teeth, he was nervous and in no condition to make good decisions, he wasn't used to these types of situations, everything was on his will at the moment everything he had to do to do was… to fall back.
