(Western Region- Xercon Plains)
(Unnamed Village)
It was a scene from hell.
The heavy metallic scent of blood filled the air as well as the sounds of injured cries and moans of pain.
These cries eventually ceased.
Wooden shacks and stone huts alike had all been destroyed. Bits and pieces of rubble lay scattered on the ground.
Corpses of men, women and children stared blankly at the sky. Their bodies had been twisted and warped beyond recognition.
Some had been chopped up into pieces while others had terrified expressions on their faces that only hinted at the horrors that they had endured.
In the middle of the village square a frail old man bowed his head as his body kept trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Standing in front of him was a group of seven cultivators wearing pure white robes. Members of the 'righteous' path.
