For the rest of the night, many of the guards were on edge. It was understandable, after everything they had been through. But just because you understood your emotions didn't always mean you could control them.
Nevertheless, their constant vigilance, even to the point of jumping at innocuous shadows, helped them get through the night with few more disturbances.
At most a few beasts wandered through the area, searching for the source of the blood spilled, the scent of which still clung desperately to the air, but they were swiftly dealt with.
Breakfast was eaten in silence, and when dawn bled into the sky, they set off and trundled along peacefully for the rest of the day.
Belladonna sat on the back end of Midas' carts, the old and new one having been strung together like train carts, as she turned a crystal over in her hand. The crystal in question was the source she had taken from the body of the final Man-beast, the one that had been locked in the cage.
