The party went on all afternoon and into the night. But when the sun started to set, Fredrich asked for a moment of silence.
The Grand Magister said in a serious tone, "Before we eat and celebrate, we must honor those who did not survive..."
"Three hundred and forty-seven mages died in this battle..."
"Sixty-two dragon riders fell from the sky..."
"One hundred and twenty-eight demon soldiers were corrupted..."
"Ninety-three holy knights and ocean dwellers gave their lives for others..."
Rick was struck by the staggering numbers. More than six hundred people died.
Six hundred people would never return home, never see their families again, and never see another sunrise.
Rick said softly, "They died so we could live..." His voice somehow carried across the crowd.
"They deserve better than to be forgotten."
