บท 172: Remnants of a Battle

A gust of wind kicked up some dust and threw it in my face, but it was preferable to the stench that hit me when I reached the crest of the next hill. Splayed before me were the remnants of two hundred or so bodies. Adventurers, adepts and even a couple of protectors.

No one had buried them. No one had collected them, but they had been picked over. There were no weapons, jewellery, or choice pieces of armour to be seen. Most of the bodies had been ripped apart, but that was the Titan's work when it sucked down their cores.

However, there were a few intact, ones who had been lucky enough to escape the random eating habits of the giant killing machine. I had three swords haphazardly hanging from my belt and not much else, so I joined the looters in picking through the dead.