The rain poured like a vague misty curtain. The strong scent of burning wood filled the air making one mind muddled and confused. The explosion was sudden. Terrible. And the smoke had yet to dissipate. For Jagra, the pain from the blast continued to pound against his limbs. Lifting himself on his elbows, his muscles tingled and trembled. He felt his head spin. The dizziness overwhelmed him greatly. However, this was no time to mull over the sting all over his body.
Jagra lifted his gaze, anchoring his attention to the rest of the men near him before the blast. Some were painfully groaning, blood staining their uniforms, while some were fortunate to come out unscathed from the explosion. What in the world happened? Who was responsible for this?
