The brilliant grin made Campbell reluctantly lower his buttocks back onto the folding stool, while his still-angry father took a sniff of the acrid air and silently called the fearless boy a bastard again— in his stomach.
The smell of burning corpses had faded more than before, and the tent no longer needed to be tightly closed to block the disturbing smell. The ashes of most of the Beastman Cavalry were lifted by the hot air currents and floated away on the northeast wind. Perhaps they might even return to their homeland with the wind blowing towards it.
This terrifying sense of poetry made Campbell, an experienced man, shudder from head to toe. If the five-year-old Chloe had seen the bodies piled up like a small mountain, the burning corpses shrinking, carbonizing, and collapsing in the flames, it would have left an unimaginable shadow on her innocent life. The adults were very unwilling to imagine what it would be like, let alone let the little girl witness such a horror.
