Flashia In A New World

To Cleanse What Remains

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CRACK

There goes the left hand part of the former Berian throne, making it completely arm-less...

Hošče, Demonic State, 14/10/1702
"...Ugh..." the Demon Lord grunted much to the fear of the ogre commanders present.

"M-My Lord... What's w-wrong?"

"Verkog is dead..." he said with deeper tone "...I just realized that I could no longer sense a life from him..."

To establish his control over the ogres during his first days, the Demon Lord knows where his senior commanders at at any time, anywhere. And now, with Verkog's signature gone, there is only one explanation as to why that is.

"Such a shame..." he muttered "...We do not agree on everything, but he has been quite close since the beginning... And now he's no more... along with half of our army..."

Out of those dedicated to the effort of invading the human lands to their South, none came back, easily leading to the assumption that those significant numbers are as good as gone.

The remaining ogres then looked at each other before back.

"My lord, you have to understand that-"

"Silence, I've heard enough... and broke enough..."

At the same time, he thought to himself:

'Who are they really?'

Then, he sighed, for he do not have an answer for such.

...

The rear hatch of the Naeslagt BMP creaks open, revealing a black bag with a body in it.

"Damn me..." muttered the tired Naeslagt "...This should be the last one right?"

"Tis last indeed"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

One of the Naeslagtlandic platoons of their company had been about with their task of bringing the enemy casualties to the South outside of Hivaheift, achieved by having some of their leased BMPs carrying the bags on top and inside.

Not the best way nor is it one that their Flash counterparts would utilize, but it just works for them.

"...So what are we doing this for?" the soldier spoke while carrying the bag.

"Huh?"

"Why are we doing this?"

"Oh... well, Flashia is going to have these bodies out of the island..." the soldier then grunt as both would put the bag down, lined up with the others "...We're just here to help speed up the process"

"Fine by me but why out and not burying them here instead?"

"Nei, too cold to be properly buried"

"Ah, so that local law about death being illegal here makes sense now..."

The soldier then looked at his fellow with widened eyes.

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"Don't worry about it too much..."

These 2 personnel then stepped away for a little bit, then looking at the rows and lines of black long bags that they have made where one with a distinctive Flash patterns would come over and tally the counts.

"...So what do we do now?"

"Good question"

The body bags are bound to be transported by trucks and go South where it's warmer and more ideal to cover them up under the soil. Some could go to Esterria if they could get the deal through. This no longer has nothing to do with the Naeslagts however, as they already did their part, so for now... they're just thinking what they'd do next.