It was midnight by the time we finished burying the bodies. The worst effects of Souleater proved to be temporary: rather than linger on, mindless, those soldiers who’d been hit by the blast soon breathed their last. Death, I couldn’t help thinking, was a relief after the state Souleater had left them in. A full dozen of them had been killed by Spark’s attack, and though I was well aware that had never been her intention, the fact she hadn’t stayed to face what she’d done was like a thorn in my chest.
If I was angry, though, Erin was absolutely livid; she told me several times, in murderous tones, that she’d throttle the charr with her bare hands. I’d always thought Erin rather mild-mannered, but now she stamped up and down the beach below Fort Cadence, red in the face and huffing as she shouted orders at the few guards who remained. Whilst they were Vigil and she Priory, their commander was amongst the dead, and I thought the dazed soldiers were secretly quite glad to have someone tell them what to do.