The bodies of the dead painted a grim sight, the explosion had ripped their bodies apart in a gruesome display, and they bled and died like mortals. There was nothing noble about their passing and if not for the strength of mind born from living an extremely long time, many of the mages and gods here would be sickened to their stomachs.
This battle was supposed to be the same as the many they had fought countless times before, and now the threat of death was before them in all its glory and horror. More than a few of them began to go mad.
Before in the rush of battle and the frenzy that came with it, the thought of true death had not settled into their Spirit, but now it had, and few liked it.
