“Kira silently walked slowly through the field of carnage, surveying the destruction left by the dragons, the snow crunching under her boots. Thousands of the Lord's men—the men most feared in Escalon—lay dead before her, destroyed in an instant. The charred bodies around her were still smoking, the snow melting beneath them, their faces contorted in pain. The skeletons, twisted in unnatural positions, still clutched weapons in their bony fingers. Several dead bodies stood in place, their bodies somehow remained in an upright position, they were still looking at him, as if not understanding what killed them...”