The area was dimly lit, with the flickering flames of torches casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls.
Here, the bodies of fallen soldiers and civilians lay shrouded in white cloth, waiting to be prepared for their final rest.
It was a sea of somber faces, weary from the toll of war and loss. The soft, melodic chants of prayers echoed through the chamber, offering solace to the departed souls and a sense of solemnity to the living.
Reeve observed the heart-wrenching scenes as individuals, their faces etched with sorrow, carefully tended to the lifeless forms.
The sound of water being poured and soft sobbing filled the air. The collective weight of their grief hung heavily in the space, and the smell of cleansing herbs added a unique fragrance that was a mix of reverence and despair.