Chapter 92: Regional Event
Zarian adjusted the collar of his repaired Wolf Dragon Hunter suit. He looked around the destruction of the walled village, stepping over puddles of blood, separated limbs, claw marks, and more signs of the savage violence that had swept across a home for local humans.
When he looked further ahead, he saw a gaping hole in the northern wall. In front of that were piles of knocked over stone caked in blood.
The air was thick with buzzing carrion insects. Avian beasts circled around in the air, their wings beating like a low rumbling thunder.
Despite their low levels, the pests were bold enough to fly close to someone and peck at the remains on the ground, unless it was Zarian. The insects and the birds left him alone.
The smell of rot and decay was heavy. Many of the acolytes lost some nerve or suffered nausea while a few soldiers looked about in horror. Zarian kept his features darkened, and his emotions in check, though he didn’t blame anyone for feeling unnerved or distraught.
After walking around for half an hour, Zarian had reasons to believe there were definitely no survivors. He returned to the effigy in the middle of the town’s square where a market place and park had once stood as the central meeting point of the village. All that remained was ruins, desecration, and the signs of desperate fighting against a relentless and inevitable force.
“Zarian,” Bianca called sternly. She was standing in front of the effigy, her hard light sabers in hand. Little bulbs of light circled furiously around her in a cyclone.
“No wolf dragons or kobolds sighted in the nearby area,” Zarian said. “The spectral spiders are scrambling fast to the north, the north east, east, the north west, and west from this very location. This is the most southern village in North Crown Peak. If they haven’t found anything yet, then the enemy force hasn’t seen us yet.”
“What are we going to do?” Bianca asked.