The sisters found Dhauroš first, resignation writ upon his face; then Menarion – so hacked and dismembered, Ihna'a vomited.
They couldn't bear then to look further. And so while the day and sounds of battle passed, they huddled undisturbed amid the bloody ruin, nigh heedless at first of tattered shades alighting. First one, then another, 'til a pale host hovered shimmering.
“A kha-leha!” Ihna'a whispered; Šuraš simply stared.
As they gazed, wondering, ghostly forms blurred, as if wind-raked, but one raised its wavering hand – as if to bless. Mistrustful of her eyes, Šuraš blinked.
But when she looked again, they'd disappeared.