Smoke twisted into the air as the rubble of the camp still smoldered. The wood logs that had previously made up the fence were either completely obliterated or scattered into charred pieces. By some miracle the trees on the edge of the clearing had not caught aflame as they stood proudly in perfect contrast to the wreckage.
Bodies littered the ground as common as leaves and the vibrant colors of the different types of blood melded into a sickly brown as it pooled in the dips. Prints of all sorts of creatures dented the ground, all leading towards death.
And amongst it all we, the four heroes, stood tall, battling our fiercest foe yet. The empowered zepsile was like a common lizard and the monkey monster felt like a little bug, in comparison to the fearsome Gorger.
