The bloody wilderness lay beneath low-hanging clouds.
The once verdant grassland was now covered with charred marks, turning yellow and desolate. Thick plumes of smoke rose towards the sky, blackening it.
Giant stones launched by catapults were scattered all around.
Twisted corpses of humans, giants, and elves lay around the craters of various sizes, broken long spears, discarded shields, and scattered arrows were also everywhere to be seen.
More than a hundred purification knights searched the soft earth for buried bodies of their comrades, tossing them into the burning pyres.
Under the roasting flames, the faces of the dead gradually twisted, their flesh becoming charred and withered. The wind carried the stench of protein burning, nauseating to inhale.
Faced with this scene, Tristan could only gaze momentarily before closing his eyes in unbearable pain.
