"I never thought I would see this day."
Everybody including Simon looked at the old slave with curious expressions, but nobody interrupted him.
For a while, only the sound of the wind accompanied them.
Then the old slave continued.
"I was born in this clan."
His voice was hoarse.
"I watched my father die here. My wife died here, then my son died here."
His gaze remained fixed ahead.
"The clan took everything from me."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"But today..."
The old slave looked toward the distant fires spreading across the ravine.
"Today, I finally saw it bleed and burn."
Silence followed.
Nobody knew what to say.
Should they comfort the man or offer words of encouragement?
This thoughts only appeared in their mind for a moment before they decided to not bother themselves.
They were demons, and things like sympathy was not a thing for them.
Eventually, the path widened and the old slave came to a stop.
Then he pointed forward.
