I knew I needed to come back here first. I set my pack down beside a tree and look over the open field covered in decaying corpses. Birds circle the air as their comrades pick over the rotten flesh. The smell is intense, but I push the nausea to the side and head out. The blood has already seeped into the earth as I step through the corpses. Enchanteds of all castes infest the ground, and I don’t have an ounce of pity for them.
As I get closer to his body, my anxiety goes up, but I know I need this closure. I step over Jasper’s decaying head, glad that someone ended him.
When I see the body with the dagger sticking out, I’m shocked. I can’t even recognize any part of him. Even though the birds have been feasting for days here, he should still have some resemblance. And I know for a fac
