Female-like, bony wraiths — ones similar to La Filosa but with varying heights and physical features — screamed hysterically in unholy voices as they were dragged out of the settlement, forced to witness the gruesome aftermath of the one-sided war.
They seemed to wail in utter sorrow at the dismemberment.
Some were in chains, others were merely dragged by their wrists, shoulders dislocating due to the sheer force of the warrior wraiths.
"Scum!" Daru roared in fury as he proceeded to charge.
However, before he could take more than two steps, he was pulled back by multiple bony hands.
The sudden leash sobered him up a little, allowing him to realize that he had unknowingly let his guard down around the Damnedlings.
Was he about to pay for his inexperience?
Fortunately, it seemed that there truly was no need to be on guard, as the wretches didn't do anything aside from preventing him from rushing to what could be called his certain demise.
