The cries of the fallen seem to echo through the air, carried on the frigid breeze as though trapped inside the very crumbs of your friends.

The ground beneath you is cold. So cold. Everything is cold. Your hands tremble as you gasp for air, despair weighing heavily on your battered limbs.

Just yesterday, the Knights of Kala Namak were laughing together. Now, they would never laugh with you again.

Why me? Is all that runs through your mind.

You were the last one alive, and it was more painful than any wound you'd received during the battle.

You lean forward, your arms wrapping around yourself as a strangled sob slips past your lips. You just want to lie down and rest.

You don't hear the sound of hoofbeats growing louder. You don't hear them stop. You barely register heavy footsteps approaching you. You don't even resist when strong hands wrap around your waist, lifting you into the air and settling you in strong arms.

Through blurry vision, you see him. Different, yes, dark, but him. Silent Salt. The Salt of Solidarity no longer, now covered in jam and cookie crumbs.

His voice is quiet when he finally speaks, carrying you towards his horse. "... You have fulfilled your duty."