⚔️Serberia

Everything happened quickly. Tired of the rambling of Tyros Ves, who was intoxicated with dreams of power, he aimed directly at the head of the impostor count. But the hunter was met with a volley of arrows, which soon turned to the hunchback who had provoked Laurentia, and then to Calentia herself. Taking this as a signal to act, Eyr and Ren skillfully broke through the enemy ranks and reached their leader, while Ilva healed the argalian's wounds with her magic. Realizing that there was no time for talk, Calentia simply ordered her brothers and sisters to double their attack. In a matter of moments, the group of inquisitors lost half of their remaining members, and only one of the archers and Tyros remained standing. Apparently, deciding to retaliate by decapitating their squad, the last one shielded himself and rammed his rival, after which Calentia's memories ended.

She came to her senses surrounded by a pile of corpses, most of which were disfigured by Eyr's attacks. The count's son, with an indescribably stupid and repulsive grimace on his face, lay at the entrance to the tunnel, and burns were also visible on his body – he must have tried to escape, realizing that he could not cope with their squad. Further away, near the wall of the room, Eyr, Ilva, and Renold were tying up the disarmed prisoners – a couple of inquisitors and their captain, Laurentia. As for Veserod and the hunchback... there was not even a hint of life left in their bodies – it was a truly terrible sight. One of them defended completely unfamiliar and alien people, perhaps as a payment for kindness and a reluctance to judge others by their appearance. As for the second... perhaps all their travels through Serberia, Veserod took care of his family and showed them the right way. Taciturn and gloomy, but always ready to help. Unfamiliar with the subtleties of etiquette, but honest and open. One of the most worthy people that Calentia had ever known lay dead. Despite dying in the heat of battle, the hunter looked surprisingly peaceful and calm, as if realizing that the arrows he had taken could have struck one of his brothers or sisters. Now he was in a better world, and his burden was to be taken over by Calentia.
“Sleep well, brother,” she said, silently reciting a prayer, and closed Veserod's eyes and stood up.