Over the foggy terrain filled with trees and green vegetation on the outskirts of Softdale, the atmosphere was as silent as a grave yard. Even the usual morning chirps of birds and sounds of animals could not be heard. The freshness of the forest air was conjested with a terrible smell of burnt flesh, blood and death mixed with dirts.
On the opposite side of the lake which divided the forest into two, one side leading to the city while the other was stretched with an unending dense forest, the tall green trees that formed a canopy over the forest ground were knocked up.
Piles upon piles of burnt dead bodies were buried by the trees clearing a circle in the middle of the forest. It was a scene that resembled the aftermath of a meterior attack.
