Everyone dispersed after everything was over and Soren was left to die slowly in the cold snow.
The others were moved to the cave and attended to carefully by Gideon and the others. Wounds were cleaned. Water was given. Food was done.
"Here you go, it's not as perfect as you make it," Popi said, handing Neve a small bowl of soup.
Neve took it and stared at the contents carefully. Obviously, it was not as perfect as she said it was. The broth was not as clear. The vegetables were not cut as evenly. But it was something. It was a lot.
"Thanks Popi," Neve said and took a scoop inside his mouth.
The warmth of the soup felt good going down. It warmed his entire body. He had been so tense during the execution that he had not realized how cold he was.
"They will wake up soon," Gideon said, exhaling deeply as he finished treating the last of the unconscious beastmen. "I have attended to all of their wounds. They should wake up within the next few hours."
