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Some of the survivors who had escaped returned to the village, but even with everyone gathered, there were only twenty-nine survivors. Out of the original two hundred villagers, barely more than one in ten had survived.
The villagers buried the bodies of the dead in silence. Though they would have liked to give the fallen a better resting place, they had neither the time nor the means. Once the simple burials were done, the survivors prepared to flee. Truthfully, there was little to prepare, as the monsters had already destroyed most of the village.
"We'll be on our way now," Kirak said. He was the man who had taken charge of the refugees. He bowed respectfully to Caron and his group.
Caron handed Kirak a small stone and said, "This stone holds some of my blade's energy. As long as you have it, you should be safe from monster attacks."
He had channeled a part of his mana into the stone through Guillotine. Though it wouldn't last long, it would still protect them from the monsters for the time being.
"But do you have somewhere to go?" Caron asked.
Kirak's expression turned bittersweet before he answered, "There is a village about half a day's journey east, near the Holy Kingdom's border. I've heard that paladins and priests sometimes pass through, so... We'll head there for...
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