Priest Enkai straightened his tattered robes again and put on an expression of solemn authority and compassion:
"Enough. No more mourning!"
"Captain Ovid's death is a tremendous loss to the Holy Church. We will make Winterhold pay in blood!"
He pointed at the rubble on the ground and ordered the surviving Cultists who were still standing there in a daze:
"You lot, go pick up those Winterhold Knights' bodies!"
"Everyone, get ready."
"We'll... return to the Branch first and report what happened."
At the news that they could go back.
The surviving Cultists felt as though they had been granted a pardon. They were more excited than if they had heard their own fathers calling for them.
The wild ups and downs they had experienced today had been far too much.
Now, as long as they could return alive to that dark, damp underground Branch, they would practically consider it heaven!
"Yes, Your Reverence!"
Meanwhile, on a hillside several kilometers from the battlefield.
Two figures stood gazing into the distance, their dark red robes snapping in the cold wind.
"Whew... those Winterhold knights finally got far enough away."
Watching the knights gradually shrink into tiny black dots at the edge of his vision, Lu Ziye finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He turned toward [God Never Laughs] beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead:
"Smiley, we're in the clear this time."
"Judging by their route, they're heading straight for Winterhold. They don't seem to be planning to double back toward Fog Town along the way."
Seeing that the mission was finally complete, [God Never Laughs] sat straight down on the ground, gasping for breath:
"Fuck, this kind of grunt work isn't fit for humans."
"Ever since I respawned in Fog Town, I feel like I