The Consort Wants to Escape

The distant western battlefield was a sea of corpses. Bodies were piled like mountains, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

A few vultures circled above the mass of corpses. Several arrows still protruded from the bodies, and the dead still clutched their broken spears.

The sounds of fighting and shouting in the distance went on without end. Perhaps by the next morning, tens of thousands more bodies would lie here.