Chapter 48: Dispelling the Dead

It was time to head home. Basharr was waiting.

Eden and Violet set out with Chione, Hestia, Olivia, and Raegan in tow. They took the southern bridge, devoid of life and burnt, to honor the four soldiers that fell before the resurrected Monarchs.

A few moments of silence reminded Violet how many more had been sacrificed by Curzon on the altar of his pride. The elven kingdoms wouldn't heal overnight from so many losses. She looked over at Eden—it was their job now to make sure those who remained felt safe in their homes whether they were blood or high elf.

"There are dead ones at the end of the bridge," Eden said quietly, nodding toward the gathered pale figures.

They blocked the end of the bridge and filled the streets into Ipsit's capital. Some were spirits; others were living blood elves hosting a spirit. They were armed but all of their swords hung loose from their hands. They looked weary.

"They want to go home," Violet said, getting off her horse.

She walked up to the waiting spir