Things ended quickly following Northern's disengagement from battle. By the time he arrived at the right side of the cargo, Gareon had dealt with the second abomination.
The man threw him a smile of approval and thumbs up. Which was strange; Northern had never been looked at in such a manner before.
So much respect brimming in the man's eyes.
'If he knew me and how many deaths I've caused, he wouldn't like me that much.'
His gaze drifted along the corpses that morbidly littered the white snow. His days at the dark continent and the countless deaths that followed suddenly became more apparent than ever before.
And honestly, he felt nothing thinking about them... just a slight distaste in his mouth.
The rest of the mercenaries dragged the bodies to the side of the road, all with dark and somber looks in their eyes.
They placed the pale and lifeless bodies side by side and counted six deaths.