Crysta couldn't be saved, but the reinforcements quickly subdued all the undead. Since it was the first time such creatures had emerged in Sadarla, the confusion had brought them to the edge of despair.
Thankfully, they understood that only severing the undead's heads killed them. Employing the method, they managed to quell the extremist forces.
While they were recuperating, the army decided to organize a funeral for their captain. Crysta was sent off to the underworld with what little glory could be spared for her.
As she was placed in the earth's womb, the old man lost his balance and fell to the ground. Crysta was the only living relative he had, and with her gone, everything seemed pointless.
Until… it didn't.
"Captain?" a soldier asked, seeing the old man get up with fire in his eyes.
"Gather all the rotten corpses and the villagers," he said, without looking back. "We have been betrayed."
