Another Desolation

"How are they still going?" Melisandre finally stepped out of her large tent after sending her report to the Witch Realm, only to find the men still seemingly enjoying their game.

She had expected them to stop once they got tired, but none of them was showing any sign of giving up yet.

Many of the Witches were still watching too, some even cheering for their Shadows to get back up and keep trying.

The camp had an atmosphere she had never experienced in all her years here.

Usually, the Underworld's gloomy surroundings made life feel dull. The crimson sky never changed, giving them no day or night, while ash covered the ground wherever they looked.

They found small ways to pass the time, of course. A game here, a conversation there, anything to keep their spirits from sinking too low.

But she had never seen everyone take part in something like this, seemingly enjoying themselves enough to forget how much time had passed.