When the battle ended commander Garrick raised a shout of victory.
The magic soldiers, archers, and I also broke out in cheer, our faces beaming.
I also cried.
I did not know whether I was pleased or not.
My awareness of having killed people was lacking, but so was the sense that we had won.
It was my surroundings that become filled with cheer and excitement.
Those soldiers that previously had feared and avoided me ran up and clapped me on the back.