Westland.
At the peak of summer, the hot air carried a burnt stench.
Knight Maiko knew, it was the smell of corpses scorched by the flame.
Staring at the gradually extinguishing fires in the distance, Knight Maiko numbly moved forward.
"My lord! Wait, observe first. The Orc army may still be near…" The soldier behind him restrained Knight Caste.
Knight Maiko hesitated a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The group cautiously advanced, careful to hide their tracks.
Only after being certain that the Orc army had moved on did they quicken their pace.
The further they went, the stronger the stench became.
Soon, they discovered the first corpse, lying in the creek that surrounded the village.
There was a narrow stone bridge over the creek, from which hung over a dozen dead bodies.
Beyond the bridge, the village was still burning.
No screams, no cries, just a deathly silence.
Burnt corpses were everywhere, but Knight Maiko couldn't muster anger anymore.
