When the last iron rod joined its rank collapsing on the ground, it sent a bang that propagated through the air and traveled into the sky far away and dissipated. At last, the iron cage the size of a village finally stopped crumbling.
The remaining crimson tone slowly faded from the clouds into the sky, heralding the arrival of the night.
All the vegetation around the camp had burned to ashes, forming a thick blanket of dark grey dust on the ground. When somebody stepped on it, a gooey dark copperish liquid would ooze out from the damp soil.
A gust blew into the canyon, and the stench of charred dead bodies intensified. The leaves rustled, and the canyon plunged into an even more deadly hush.
