The brother's words proved true as they moved through the wilds. They came across old and new signs of smaller battlefields. Lind noticed only a few corpses were left to rot but only his finer senses could detect the bits that remained.
The more he saw of the countryside as they moved north, the more he realized every square centimeter was ripped up at one point by severe battles yet now it seemed more rare.
Compared to what he felt in the south, the forest around him was clearly all grown at the same time in the last 800 thousand years. The sheer breadth of that similar growth time meant it had been a dead zone back then.
They moved for the better part of the day and the tiny ears on Lan flexed just like a cat as he looked back at them several times. He was holding his brother's hand tightly but waved at them with a smile that could melt any heart.
