With no time to savor the triumph of overcoming a formidable enemy, I pulled a torch from the wall and ran down the passage the enemies had fled through. Traces of battle and several enemy corpses lay scattered everywhere.
"...Damn it."
And there was the body of one of my men, too.
There was nothing I could do except close his wide-open eyes. Having sent yet another of my men to the Lord, I allowed myself a brief moment of mourning.
It is my duty to make sure my men's deaths were not in vain. The deeper I pushed into the darkness-filled passage, the louder the sounds of clashing blades grew.
The corpses of enemies and of my own men grew more numerous.
My men had the Guard commander's party surrounded.
As I approached, the men who spotted me opened a path. A knight was holding a woman in a fine dress hostage. I identified them through the Manager Scouter.
