The corrupted forest now razed to the ground had nothing left, neither living nor dead. And it was all done by a single group led by a mighty barbarian, although only to a certain point as she'd already returned home to her children.
"So killing a keeper made us stronger, huh?" Breaking the silence as everyone sat around the campfire in the dark, Raven glanced across everyone's face, all of whom seemed downed by one thing or the other.
Their mind drained by what they'd done, how many horrors they'd killed. Their tricks, their invasions inside their heads, had left them in a state where they felt like something was missing from within. Their optimism, their joy, was stripped completely, replaced by the mind-numbing instinct to kill monsters without showing them any mercy.
