Damian and the others moved to drag the bodies of Lukaku and his Warriors toward the bonfire. The corpses were heavy with the weight of the dead, their limbs stiff and awkward to handle.
Blood left trails across the stones as they were hauled toward the flames like sacks of fucking potatoes!
Even the astonished and scared captured women moved hesitantly to help, their fear of remaining idle outweighing their horror at handling the dead.
They worked in silence for the most part, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and the scraping of bodies across stone.
One by one, the corpses were fed to the flames.
Flesh Awakening Warriors first, their bodies catching fire with ordinary reluctance. Then Lukaku, whose Bone Tempering body resisted the flames longer before finally succumbing.
