Larkson slowly walked towards the North Gate alongside Eldrin.
The two of them did not speak a word.
Their eyes wandered across the ruins that were all that remained of the once-bustling fortress.
It was then that Larkson suddenly stopped while looking at the ground.
"What's wrong?"
Eldrin asked, following his gaze.
What greeted his eyes was the face of a soldier who retained a determined expression despite already being beheaded.
"This kid…"
Larkson did not finish his words as he crouched down and attempted to close the soldier's eyes.
It was the very soldier he had personally instructed to protect Aurelia before departing with the others for the North Gate..
However, the fact that both of his hands had been torn off had eluded him—only now did he remember.
He then looked towards the old mage, "Can you close his eyes for me?"
"Of course." Eldrin replied instantly as he crouched beside the fortress commander and closed the soldier's eyes in his stead.
