Sitting on the cold stone floor, Sunny inhaled deeply and looked at the people that surrounded him.
All of them were exhausted, wounded, covered in blood, dirt, barely staying conscious. Their armor was broken and torn, and their faces were deathly pale. They sat on the ground, too tired to move or talk, breathing heavily, and stared down with empty eyes.
There were so few of them left…
But also much more than he had expected.
Around a hundred Sleepers had survived the battle of the Crimson Spire. They were the strongest, the bravest… but mostly, the luckiest warriors of the Dreamer Army. Four-fifths of it had been eviscerated in the slaughter.
Not to mention another five hundred or so that had died during the bloody struggle for the throne of the Bright Castle.
