The valley looked considerably worse in daylight than it had felt during the chaos of battle, scorched earth, trampled ground, soldiers moving slowly among the wounded while healers worked as fast as their hands allowed."Casualties," Rurik said, voice tight, reading from a hastily assembled report. "Eleven dead. Considerably more wounded, but most will recover.""Eleven is eleven too many," Lira said quietly."It could have been considerably worse," Kael said, though the words offered little comfort against the weight of the number itself."Doesn't make it easier," Rurik said."No," Kael agreed. "It doesn't."Dorian approached from the eastern slope, exhaustion evident in every line of his usually easy posture. "The compelled soldiers who survived, they're asking what happens to them now.""What do you mean," Lira asked."I mean they're terrified," Dorian said. "Some of them are starting to remember who they were before Malachai got hold of them. Others are still lost in it, confused
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