Chapitre 106: 118. Ash Tree

A little below the clouds, the overseer of the trial slowly floated as if invisible wings made him go forward in the air while subtly swinging up and down from time to time.

His eyes, looking to the horizon, now could see a river that cut the land from right to left and was surrounded by majestic purple trees with white flowers at the top, a few birds passed by him singing a beautiful melody while he descended to a small hill not far from the river.

While descending his gaze changed from the beautiful view in the horizon to what was below him, a mountain of corpses.

He wished that was a figurative description of what he saw, but unfortunately, it was literally a mountain of corpses, or in better words, a hill covered in corpses.

Hundreds of bodies charred, cut in half, decapitated or with a hole in the center of their chest, head, or with missing limps or even completely and utterly unrecognizable meat pastes, that once were human beings.