The following day, the entire fortress gathered for Keira's burial. The air was thick with mourning as knights, mages, and nobles assembled in solemn silence. Even the Duke of Marveil stood in attendance, a rare show of respect for the fallen mage. The funeral pyre had been constructed in the courtyard, surrounded by wreaths of white and violet flowers—Keira's favorites. The banners of the fortress hung at half-mast, fluttering in the cold wind.
Kael, standing before the assembled mourners, took a deep breath and began his speech, his eyes scanning the grief-stricken faces.
"Keira Bryndis was more than just a mage," he said, his voice firm yet laced with grief. "She was a fighter, a leader, and above all, a friend. She stood by us when the shadows of war threatened to consume everything. Without her, many of us would not be here today. Her sacrifice ensured our victory. And for that, we honor her."