And Roses

The smoke of the cigarettes blocked out the sight of the tombstones.

I leaned against a fence as I kept taking puffs off of the cigarette. My eyes loomed over the many people who offered silence and words for the people who had passed away.

People most of them did not even know.

Victories weren't always full of celebration. We were lucky enough to get by without any major injuries the first time around when we fought the Orcs, but that wasn't the case.

Quite a few people who fought against the large hordes alongside the trap were left with some injuries.

Maybe people here were still lucky. No, they weren't lucky. Since I was the one in command, the result was natural.

It wasn't a big enough problem. There was no demon king planning this revival or any lich leading it.

Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for the people who were trapped there.

Three.

That was the number.

Only three people were able to come out alive.