Not everyone who came to the Desolate Meadow to take part in the Thunder of Four Howls was a swordsman.
There were plenty of people like Ethan who fought with daggers, archers from Vaelinor, or even someone like Aime, who carried no weapon at all. Sure, she had an artifact, her bracelets, but that was no match for a blade.
However, the Lost Knight only recognized those who had chosen the sword path. Whether they were alive or dead – it didn't matter.
Many of the previously deceased participants rose from the ground at the call of the second howl. They were nothing more than bodies sustained by energy, with a single purpose – to find out which of the participants was worthy to move on.
For some, this became a matter of completely different importance.
Aime stared intently at one fallen warrior who looked just like her father, who had died here.
