Daru clenched his fists in sheer fury.
He took the time to wait for the warrior wraiths to return to confirm his suspicion, and he was proven right.
A little over an hour later, the familiar, anguished and defiant shrieks and howls echoed from the forest of dead trees.
Weak at first, then it grew in volume as the army and their captives neared.
The female-like, bony wraiths of the ancient settlement from the Ashen Plain wore nothing but crude, brown tunic dresses as they were dragged across the Drawbridge against their will.
The sight rooted itself deeply in Daru's memory.
He had more or less an idea of what would happen to female captives due to the war movies he had been watching, but unfortunately, all he could do was grit his teeth and clench his fists.
First, he was too far from the castle; second, he was regrettably too weak to change anything.
So, with a grim and heavy heart, Daru turned around and began looking down the edges of the plateau.
