Where exactly did they become like this? What kind of blow had they suffered that left them so devastated?
If this is called victory, then what really is victory?
In the tribe, only the cries of the victims' relatives and friends could be heard, while others went about their lives as usual, some even with a hint of celebration.
Victory. Victory...
She chewed over this term, unable to comprehend it. Where exactly is the victory? If the Mountain People seeking independence are victorious, does it mean that they all have to die? Yes. Perhaps. Perhaps it's even crueler than death, but how can one celebrate such a victory now?
She hated. She hated those who returned alive, disabled or not, they had lived to see the day of victory, lived to return to their homeland.
She hated. She hated the Chieftain's proclaimed Dragon God's Emissary. Why didn't that legendary hero, the heir, intervene sooner, bring victory sooner, and save him?
