[You have gained 6,640 Lives]
Moon stared at the notification.
The large number confirmed what he already knew. He had controlled the fight from start to finish, landing the majority of the damage himself. The archer's single arrow had been a gesture, nothing more. Enough for the man to feel he had his revenge, but not enough to claim a significant portion of the lives.
Moon looked down at Frey's body. The Runesmith lay on the cold stone, his expression surprisingly peaceful for a man who had spent his final days in constant terror.
"Help me bury him." Moon muttered to the archer standing behind him. "He deserves that much."
The two of them dug in silence. The ground was hard and rocky, but they managed a grave between two boulders. Moon lowered Frey's body into it and covered him with dirt and stones.
Although Frey had been an enemy, his death had reminded Moon of something important. Something he carried with him every day but rarely put into words.
