Halfway between one of the many tributaries of the Lumyst River and the fortified camp they had come from, a dozen corpses of men, aliens, and beasts lay strewn on the ground. The blood seeping from their wounds was still warm, indicating they had met their end only moments before.
Among the fallen were a massive mutant lioness and an elderly yet athletic and good-looking pair of goblins: Sarabi, Xort, and Niss. The others were unknown Players from their regiment, with whom they had bonded in the past few days.
Unlike the other slaughtered Players, these souls had been extinguished in both body and spirit. Even if Jake were present, he couldn't have brought them back. And even if he had managed to, they'd just be hollow shells...