บท 287: Corruption

As I passed through the ruins and the bodies of fallen soldiers, my heart ached for the devastation that had been wrought upon this once-thriving city. Amidst the rubble, I saw some enemy soldiers who were crying out in agony, their wounds too painful to bear.

Despite the horrors I had witnessed, I pressed on towards the city center, drawn by a strange sense of curiosity. As I emerged into the open space, the sight before me was both mesmerizing and terrifying. The city's once-bustling shops and stalls lay in ruins, reduced to nothing but rubble and ash.

The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and the sounds of battle still echoed in the distance. I stood there with my minions, waiting for the army to return to me. The cacophony of clanging metal and the dull thud of mallets against flesh was enough to make my blood boil.