Chapter 48 - Chapter 48

A large, unfamiliar beast lay dead at Maveth's feet, blood dripping slowly from the deep wounds inflicted by his scythe. The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. He turned to survey the battlefield, a grim scene littered with similar corpses. His companions and the mercenaries moved with mechanical precision, cleaning up after the brutal skirmish that had just unfolded.