Jahi PoV
Our large convoy of troops reached the city of Huran around the time we expected, and the light of midday certainly did help the creepiness of what waited for us.
The entire city was razed to the ground, and the iron scent of blood wafted through the air, but the most notable smell was that of rotting corpses, which were strewn around the roads and splattered against the walls of the city haphazardly.
Each corpses cause of death seemed different, as did the severity.
A woman rested against the side of a broken, crumbling house, her head laying on the ground beside her body, a look of shock and fear clearly written on her pale face.
Across the way sat the remains of an unlucky human, their body broken and mangled from being stomped on aggressively, parts of them flattened and crushed while others were torn away, like something had begun to eat them.
And not something like a vulture or rat.
Something large.
