The forest was thick with the scent of damp earth and the heavy silence of mourning. The remnants of Group 3 moved solemnly among the graves, gathering the belongings of their fallen comrades and placing stones with names to mark each burial. The war had taken its toll, and now they faced the harsh reality of their losses.
Jax and Miranda stood beside each other, their expressions somber as they read the names etched into the stones. Lucia's name stood out painfully among them. Jax clenched his fists, his heart heavy with grief and frustration. Miranda, for once, had no cutting remarks or glares. The pain of their losses had subdued her usual antagonism.
Freyja moved among them, her face a mask of calm determination. She knew that mourning would have to wait. Ragnar’s condition was deter
