One day has passed since the great war in front of the Caerleon City's gates.
Orcs, elves, and humans alike who managed to survive set up camp in the ruined lands in front of Caerleon City. Together, they collected all the bodies of people, friends and foes alike, that were scattered all over and burned them one by one before they rot and create more problems.
Thousands of bodies were collected, both ones still intact and those that were missing limbs and heads. All the corpses had even formed a massive pile atop the ground.
The sight was such a macabre one, even the hardened guards of Caerleon City were unable to stop their hearts from aching. They could only wait in fear inside their posts, the sight of corpses swept through like they were destroyed by the world itself still littering the streets even with the forming massive pile.
Screams of despair, pain, and heartbreak echoed all around, becoming one into a miasma of hurt.
