"Ugh!"
A surge of liquid burned its way up my throat, and I stumbled to the side, out of sight, to retch. My body convulsed as bile and gastric juices spilled out. The sharp, acidic taste stung my mouth. Not that I could've kept anything down anyway; the nausea hit me the moment I opened my eyes.
Pain radiated through my jaw, and my body felt weak, heavy with discomfort.
It had been days since we landed, but walking wasn't the issue. The real problem was the sea of death that surrounded us.
Corpses.
Endless, horrific, and nauseating.
Vampires, dark elves, blood elves—it didn't matter. Their lifeless bodies were strewn across the ground, feeding the crows that circled like harbingers of doom. Not metaphorically either; I had seen those wretched birds pecking at the rotting flesh of soldiers who had fallen days ago. The air reeked of decay—pungent, and suffocating.
