The area surrounding Alessia had turned into a marshland soaked up with the blood left behind by the dead Elves. The ground was no longer green as everyone remembered but a shade of crimson red that would shake even a god's resolve.
Despite the horrific-looking battlefield, not a single corpse was visible there. As if the earth opened up and swallowed all of them.
"What happened here?"
That was the first question Arnold asked as soon as he walked into Alessia. The city wasn't in a complete ruin but a bog chunk of it had been destroyed. Not to mention all the crap Ogur threw at the elves like a cannonball.
"A battle, What else do you think?" Hercules said with a smug look on his face, which was promptly wiped out the moment Arnold slapped him on the back of his head, "Oi! Don't mortals know there is the small brain-"
"You don't have one." Arnold cut him off immediately, "Only mortal have brains, the ones the gods had decayed long ago."
