“What are you going to do?” asked Sora.
“I don’t know,” Valverno answered placing the two swords back into one and sheathing the Crystal Sword onto his back. “I’m going have to improvise if anything goes wrong. For right now, let’s just bury the dead and I’ll think of what to do next.”
“Right behind with that,” said Sora. “And from the looks of things, it just may take all day to do. And make sure you know what you are going to do. I wouldn’t want to do any more fighting today. My White Knight power is weakened from the fight we had from the evil ghosts.”
“I’ll think of something that wouldn’t evolve fighting, sister. And right now, the only thought I have is the burying or burning the dead. We have lost a few hundred good soldiers just now, and we now going a bare minimum from the clans that have their loyalty in me. It’s going to take some time for me to coup, but I will manage to get through, if we aren’t attacked anytime soon.”
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Many hours passed and the two siblings helped soldiers from the Eagle Clan, Cheetah Clan, and Tigress Clan pile the human corpses away from the creatures. Valverno dug dozens of giant holes away from the battlefield and have the bodies lie if they were sleeping. Then a Dragon or Valverno would light fire upon the dead, fearing the scent of the blood would spread and cause a disease that would affect any human living in the villagers.
Valverno would place a single hand on the ground and the ground would start sinking if it was quicksand to make the giant holes. He made about a hundred of them to burn the dead who fought to save their hometown.
As for the dead creatures, the Dragons pulled them away from the battlefield and piled them over other dead creatures and burned those dead bodies as well.
Any creature or human lying dead on the battlefield was burned by a great fire, burning away the rottenness the dead bodies could leave behind. And they had to do this because a rotten body could pass a disease by sitting out in the sun all day. By burning the dead, they burn away chances the disease that could affect any human.
As the shadowy day shifted to a late afternoon, all the dead caresses have been burned away. While the bodies were burning, the Centaurs took their time of recovering any scrap metal and placed those into large baskets tied around their horse backs.
Valverno stood atop a village building that just been completed a few days ago. From what some people told him about the building, it served as a watchtower to see any lurking dangers. He stood and he saw a perfect overview of the village and its grounds, to the battlefield, and the altar of worship.
The thoughts and the memories he witnessed were still sinking in into his brain: a large landfill of the dead was overwhelming. For the great commotion he was enduring, he was quite calm, as he was ready to expect to see a large battlefield taken sometime soon. But he did not expect to be this soon.
And the truth of how the evil creatures was just a real army, not just a small unit. Even with his power enhancements he gave to the three clans fighting alongside with him, there were still casualties and much more than he would have ever predicted.
Just as he was going over the thought processing of his first real battle that made his first battle with the Minotaur look like lion cubs fighting over a piece of meat, Valverno heard footsteps coming from a staircase behind him.
Teutates walked behind the hybrid and joined him of seeing the battlefield. Both people remained silent until Teutates was the first to ask, “First time seeing a battle?”
“My first battle was with a Minotaur,” answered Valverno. “Compared to today’s battle, the Minotaur was a spoiled child fighting over spilled milk. So, this would have been my first real battle in my life. And if you’re wondering what my current metal state is: I am not insane but overwhelmed.”
“Not all young people could have a stable mind and would have ran off in cowardice or gone insane.”
“I’m a hybrid from Pangaea after all; their brains were always stable. Unlike humans in this age, Pangaea had their own species living on the land. Elves. Celestia spirits. Humanlike demons. Fairies, which were back in the Second Generation, were big as humans. So many species lived peacefully on Pangaea and they weren’t even human. And their brains were always balanced and complete stable. Unlike today’s species, a dragon hatchling would have gone senile upon looking at this battle.
“For all of my life and Sora (my half-sister), we have been spent training in ancient times of how to survive. Back when Pangaea had already fell from glory and the two islands were saved by the Three Gods, I and four other people had to adapt to the new land, which we eventually did.
“And battles back then, there were only few lives taken or killed and there would be celebrations. We would have stopped a tribe by killing the leader or wiping away his memories to avoid hundreds of deaths. Or even killing someone claiming to be a follower of Lusìvar would cause for a celebration. And this battle is the first ever Sora and I have seen to have so much life taken.
“It is a shocker for my sister and me to have experience in this sort of thing. Sora and I have spent our lives training to end wars before they can start by killing a single person: a Shadow King claimant. They barely manage to get hold of a single army as humans were cavemen and Dragons were suddenly giant lizards.”
“And good
