"Fellow countrymen, today is a sorrowful day. We have lost many family members, dear friends, and loved ones."
At the simple funeral.
The sky was overcast.
Bodies wrapped simply in white cloth or sheets were laid flat in the square outside the cemetery.
Many wounded, dragging their scarred bodies, with bandages, supported by their companions, came to the square to listen to Juliano's speech.
Unfortunately, the heavens did not cooperate.
The premonition of that old-boned warrior of the Wolf Race eventually came true. Torrential rain was imminent, with dark clouds hovering midair, as if at any moment, accompanied by a thunderous bolt like a horn, a downpour would follow.
"But equally, today is also a day worth remembering for all new Wolves who possess free will. We defeated the invaders, defeated those trying to destroy our home and slaughter our compatriots!"
Juliano raised his arm, shouting aloud.
His voice was somewhat hoarse, his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks.
