Chapter 97: The Bard

It wasn't many steps past the set of nearest trees that the edge of the forest was found, along with what laid past it. 

A barren stretch of land extended as far as the eye could see; not a tree in sight nor a single weed. 

The soil was gray, lifeless and devoid of growth. Thousands of swords were left plunged into the hollow land, with the ashes of those who fell all that remained. 

"What we saw back there was only a glimpse of this. Hell, mates…This was a war to end all wars," Jasper remarked. 

"To end the world, rather," Magnus said. 

Finn felt the abundance of death in the air as his stomach sank in his body. It was a surreal sight, as though standing upon a graveyard of millions. 

The barren wasteland seemed to stretch on as an entire region of its own, leading them forward amidst the field of abandoned weapons. 

"Look at that—it's the keep, isn't it?" Jasper pointed out.