Colonel Elven came back from his position, blood was drained from his face, he had attained a shade of white that could make a cloud envious.
"A m-mo... A m-..." He came back blabbering. When his blood pressure came down, he pointed at the horrid entangled graveyard above their head and mumbled. "That's a mountain of corpses..."
Laurel hid his mouth behind his hand and Oswald took a step back. Their enhanced sight granted them a full view on the massacre and plenty of details to garnish their memory.
The soldiers shook their head left and right, the little bit of will they had left to look for their comrades was buried deep already. Once they were described the thing laying above the hill, they shown reluctance and their refusal to pursue their mission.
'If you touch its root, you'll die sooner or later. It drains your body from its energy and eats away every of its memories.' Said Risandro, mind-pointing at the top of the mountain.
