Atlan pushed the rickshaw forward. The soldiers on the other side gestured for him to come faster, but Atlan couldn't. There were burnt human remains all over the street preventing him from going as fast as he wanted.
As they got closer to the soldiers, more corpses filled the cobblestone road. They died with outstretched hands towards the exit. They tried to crawl to safety, but their burns were far too severe.
It was tragic. Atlan couldn't help them anymore. The only solace that consoled him was the fact that their suffering stopped.
[You have reaped the death of a Sentient Creature: Human] x52
[Due to your Trait, your experience has multiplied by 10]
[You have gained 26,000 experience]
Atlan had to avert the rickshaw away from the corpses. He could have run over them, but he respected the dead too much for him to sully their corpses.
