No matter which path we traversed along the medium-sized road, the putrid stench of decaying corpses lingered in the air, a grim testament to the suffering inflicted upon this village.
Some of the bodies were still fresh, indicating that the atrocities had been ongoing until recently. How much pain and anguish had these people endured at the hands of their tormentors?
Elena, with her compassionate heart, couldn't ignore the cries of those in need. She rushed to aid the wounded, attempting to heal their physical injuries.
Yet, despite her efforts, the scars of their trauma ran deep, etched into their minds and souls. They recoiled from her touch, their gratitude overshadowed by the psychological torment they had endured.
It was a heartbreaking realization that even healing their physical wounds couldn't erase the trauma they had suffered.
