They all made a small circle around the deceased, and one of the two swordsmen leaned down as he sat on his knees.
He slowly placed his hands on top of the foreheads of the deceased, touching them with two of his fingers; the others were just looking at them with silent stillness.
'System, what's that guy doing? Why's he touching the foreheads of the archers whom I killed before?'
[Host, that's a ritual which Snow Elves usually do when one of their kind has passed away.]
[The Last Chill: It symbolises guiding the soul into the eternal winter, their afterlife realm. Sometimes, the fingers glow faintly with blue or icy silver mana]
While Silas was looking at them, a faint whisper echoed inside his mind. It was not the usual metallic hum of the system, but it was something strange, something ancient.
