Hugo's body lay a few meters further away than the last time Jake had checked his condition, his body still frozen in the posture of a person crawling with pain. His head had rolled in the sand nearly a dozen meters after being chopped off, and looked pretty nasty.
Sarah and Thomas had been executed in a flash without being able to do anything. Thomas' face was unrecognizable, all his facial bones reduced to fine gravel. His face had hollowed out to form a deep crater of bone and flesh, his crushed eyes resembling a raspberry confit. Roughly the head of someone who'd put his head into the end of a cannon just before ignition...
Contemplating the Myrmidian General's enormous hands, Jake concluded that a fist from the Myrmidian General would definitely achieve the same result. In comparison, Sarah had had a dignified death.
