The next day, in Aklan Pass.
Everyone gathered outside the fortress to send off the warriors who had fallen in battle. Even Alaric who hadn't fully recovered participated in the ceremony.
At this moment, a group of clerics from the church was praying for the souls of the deceased. They were reading the sacred texts before the crowd, enveloping everyone in a solemn atmosphere.
Soon, a group of warriors lit the bodies of the deceased.
Alaric clenched his fists as he watched the roaring flames slowly consume the corpses.
"We could not even give them a proper burial." He muttered with a heavy sigh.
Giovanni who stood next to him tapped his shoulder and comforted him. "Don't blame yourself. We are at war and this is the best that we can do for them."
Alaric didn't respond. He just nodded his head and closed his eyes to pray for the souls of those who had departed.
Aru, please guide the souls of these brave men to your divine kingdom…
