The battlefield fills the air of ashes and mourn for the fallen soldiers who fought bravely against the Shadow Tribe orcs. Aelara Shadowcoure wanders around the piles of mixed soldiers and orc, avoiding to step on them. The rest of her soldiers aid one another and scout areas. She sighs and she grips her toxin straight sword as her small dark-scaled dragon Zephyros wrap around her neck — Damn orcs... Rest now, my soldiers. Such in despair and grief.