The courtyard was silent, save for the occasional muffled sob. The bodies of the fallen were laid out carefully, draped in simple white cloths. Thorne stood at the head of the mass burial, his expression stoic as he watched.
He had opted for a mass burial. He didn't have the heart to send out the bodies to their families in such a state, with their torn limbs. He couldn't put his people through that, so he chose a mass burial.
Everyone was dressed in black, marking one of the saddest days in Obsidian.
The ceremony was almost done, with only a speech left to give.
Thorne stood tall and strong, visible to everyone, his voice carrying as he began.
"Dear friends, today we have gathered with the saddest of hearts to bid our loved ones goodbye. We have lost much as a kingdom. Our guards, our friends, our brothers and sisters in arms... they were taken from us mercilessly by those who have no honor, no mercy, no name but cruelty."
