106 - The Stinging Feeling Of Defeat

There was something about defeat and it was the certainty of it.

After three moons of victory, the dreaded one finally knocked on Alaris’ door. The Rebellion was not happy tonight; there were no drums, no music, no ululating, and no dancing. Some were busy weeping at the ashes of their dead, while others nursed their injuries.

The Priest was fine, same as Ny'ka and leader Tyrek; they had both suffered minor injuries, losing two of their shadow warriors, but they were alive, and that was all that was needed. However, they lost one of their important warriors. Xida was dead, just like a couple others.

A catastrophic day it was.

The attack of the White King’s army had been unexpected and with their lack of quantity, that was something that was a great disadvantage to them.