Chapter Title: The Outskirts of Sorrow
Ash curled into the wind, the scent of blood thick in the air. A low moan of the wind carried with it the cries of the fallen. The sun had not yet risen fully, but the horizon glowed in angry orange, as if mourning the destruction left behind.
Dominic trudged forward, boots coated in the dirt of the dead, his cloak torn, eyes bloodshot with grief and disbelief. He could not believe that they had left Lillian to die. He felt so weak knowing that he let her die for them.
Lady Fares walked beside him, her hair disheveled, her expression hollow but commanding. Behind them trailed the remaining members of the Ghost Force u Alice, a few young initiates, and two wounded medics dragging a barely conscious soldier on a stretcher. Kreper was also with them. She was shivering visibly and could nearly fall apart. Dominic sighted her.
"Guess there see those who feel it more than I do." he said referring to Kreper. His eyes darted in fury.
