C216 Cleaning the Battlefield Picking up the Corpses!(last part)

From a distance, atop the city of Limeham.

Perched on the towering walls, Blake gazed out at the Magic Forest, illuminated as if it were daylight. A bitter taste of defeat was evident on his pallid face.

"Another one gone."

"The Featherfolk fighter from the Dark Order has fallen too. The tamer army from the Trintis Dukedom is formidable indeed."

A touch of melancholy tinged Blake's features