Getting across that plaza proved far more difficult for Lancelot than he had expected, not because of a hostile environment or anyone obstructing his way, but rather the scene before him.
As a war veteran, Lancelot had seen the most horrific aspects of conflict—not the battles where blood and limbs flew amid clashing armies, nor the battlefields littered with corpses once the fighting had ceased. What terrified him most were the infirmaries for the wounded; the survivors were the unfortunate ones. They had lost limbs, their bodies torn open and festering with pus, and their eyes filled with despair at the life that lay ahead.
The situation in the plaza was even worse.
