We all rush to the border. Alexander told the warriors that arrived before us, not to touch the body, but they gathered around it, singing an old war prayer softly, sounding more like a lullaby.
The air feels heavy around me like it's trying to choke. To spare me from the pain of seeing the image in front of me.
The guard that rushed to tell us said a body was found, but may the Moon Goddess be my witness, this looks nothing like a body. The poor guy was torn into pieces, spread around, feet apart. There is blood everywhere since the power of the attack dismembered him in seconds, smearing the blood on the trees around us.
My knees suddenly feel weak and I feel like I'm about to faint when Alexander comes from behind me and grabs my hand, letting me lean against him for support.
"Thi
