The camp was dead silent.
Two twisted corpses lay in the middle of the camp.
"It's over... it's all over..."
Bruno's lips trembled, his face ashen.
"They're all dead... We... we're going to die here too..."
Baston said nothing, only shifting his massive Tower Shield half a step forward to protect Bruno and Lina behind him.
His simple, honest face was now etched with gravity. Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were as tense as rock.
Allen paid no mind to the commotion behind him.
He crouched down, his long fingers brushing over the cold ashes on the ground before picking up a pinch of soil and rubbing it between his fingertips.
As if solving a complex math problem, his focused gaze swept over every trace of battle, every piece of twisted metal wreckage.
"Captain..."
Baston began in a low, rumbling voice, wanting to remind him to be careful.
Allen just glanced at him without responding.
