Everyone mourned, grieving and filled with regret. Luke was the one who suffered the most from Lyra's death.
The bond they had built for so long tore his heart apart, leaving him feeling empty and alone.
Gideon stepped forward, approaching Luke while softly patting his shoulder. He was there to encourage him, to say that Lyra had fallen as a good soldier and a loyal friend.
"We cannot let her death be in vain."
"Captain?" Luke asked, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"Lucas!" Gideon called firmly.
Lucas came as ordered, standing right beside Gideon with his head lowered in obedience. Gideon gave him a clear order, asking Lucas and all of Baron's guards to prepare.
"Burn this place. Don't let a single piece of wood remain," Gideon commanded.
"I understand, my Lord."
"And also order your men to—"
"I can do it myself, Captain."
