The Black Hands came out of their hiding when they knew they wouldn't be able to survive when the wyverns came. They looked at the damage that the wyverns did, flattening the whole capital city, leaving only debris.
"My Lord, we kept our promise, nobody dies, but a few of us are heavily injured..." Herman said as he went down to one knee. "We have to treat the wounded first, if My Lord allows us," he lowered his head.
Rasmus turned around to look at all the Black Hands behind him, kneeling. Some of them could barely kneel properly because of the wounds on their bodies.
"Take your time..." Rasmus said as he looked at the smoke and flames all over the capital city. "Bring them inside the palace and there should be a lot of medicine in there," he looked at Herman, Erdinand, and Joshua.
"Yes, My Lord!" Herman bowed his head and immediately told the others to enter the palace.
"Viscount Heward, what about him?" Rasmus asked.
