You've run further behind the enemy lines, and the haze of smoke is thicker here. The watchtower that once stood tall above the trees has been burned down, leaving a gap through which the sun highlights clouds of black smoke. Jubai soldiers scatter the ground in various unnatural poses. None of them are moving, but every once in a while you hear a pained moan.
The enemy soldiers don't seem to mind, content to walk around the corpses and cook food while the survivors bleed out. The enemy are dressed in furs, leather, and black feathers like you saw on the ground before. Nothing like any Illan soldier you've ever seen.
All you want to do is run, but Kelton sent you around the flank to get information. You take a deep, calming breath and think about your options.