Staring at the empty enemy encampment across from us, I frowned slightly as I watched the tents go up in flame, the small squads that were sent to investigate it burning it to the ground as they made their way back.
Everyone in the Legion had piled the corpses of the Western Army into large piles, before our Earth Mages created vast pits to push them into.
Afterwards, a Fire Mage would set the corpses alight, removing the chance that, at night, they would rise again as Undead, attacking us once more.
It was a brutally gory scene, but I worked alongside the others with a stoic face, uncaring of the actions I was taking.
My little revelation earlier made this a good exercise, and I didn't mind doing the work at all.
Anput and Jahi also worked with a rather cold efficiency, but Leone was the one who worried me the most.
