Kapitel 1143: Scavengers

Like so many others, the survivor breathed his last breath. Was it pain or was it the saddened truth of hopelessness? The gods abandoned Draebala and there was no going back. A deflowered lass, a broken heart, a shattered glass – they all have one thing in common, none can return to their prior dignity. Such was the case of this godforsaken land, a place dejected by the hell spawns. 'Another one bites the dust,' Staxius paused. 

An ominous silence, followed by the muffled expansion, left this particular lot lifeless. '-Part of the landscape brings memories from my youth. The smells aren't the same, for once, the stench of unburied bodies isn't prominent. Battlefields have ways of combining the worse smells a person could ever imagine.' A piercing gale interrupted the settling waves of tranquility. Few robed figures approached from the west, they were tall and dark in their auras. Staxius watched nonchalantly.