C325 Death Is Not a Pity!
The siege at Rorerin camp continued unabated.
Away from the battlefield, atop a distant hill, a massive chunk of meat sizzled over a bonfire.
Beside it lay the remains of an awakened beast, barely recognizable as the wild boar it once was, now butchered into pieces.
A majestic awakened golden eagle beast, its feathers a brilliant gold, pressed a sharp claw onto the carcass
