"Everyone, go down and bow before the body," The leader's voice was low, and his words were sharp.
The army followed his orders and descended toward the ground, their faces solemn.
"Leader," a man said, his voice shaky. "Why do we have to do that? Wasn't she the one that was supposed to die?"
"No, it isn't for the girl but for the man," the blond-haired leader replied, "I just feel like it,"
"But, why?" the man asked, his tone hesitant.
"Because," the leader paused, and looked at Nellas, who was kneeling on the ground, holding Ember's body.
"It just feels like it is the right thing to do,"
The army reached the ground, and they all kneeled down, their heads bowed.
Nellas was still holding Ember's lifeless body, his face full of grief.
"EMBER!!!!" he screamed, his voice loud and piercing.
"Why, why did you have to do this?! Why did you have to leave me?!"
