Chapter 33: My child

             A storm of arrows was buzzing and fizzing through the sky. A blizzard of spears was shrilling and slicing through. Battering and beating the enemies under a sunless empyrean. A lesion of lodestar-bright light illuminated the benighted sky.

           The battleground became slimy with intestines scattered and greasy with gore. Titian-red blood spurted from their wounds as men wailed and screamed. Sounds of bones were snapping and shattering as a flood of horrendous rebels broke the lines of defenses.

          The effluvium of death was all around. The battlefield had been baptized in blood and the bitter, mordant perfume of corpses emanated from it. This is the scenario I see afore me. I can’t define it even more than a single word… This is horror.

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