47: Missing Piece Of The Puzzle

ASHER’S POV

Smoke filled the air, thick and suffocating, as I ventured into the remnants of the village. The homes, once full of life, were now partly burnt out, their wooden frames ravaged by the relentless fire.

The fire seemed to mock the sky, its flames dancing and flickering as they ascended ever higher. The villagers huddled together, their fear palpable as they struggled for survival. Their eyes pleaded for aid, but their cries for help were drowned out by the noise.

I surveyed the surroundings, absorbing every minute detail. The earth beneath my boots was scorched, drenched in blood, bearing silent testimony to the battle that had transpired here.

Blood stained the stones, a vivid red marking the site of the fierce battle. The lifeless bodies of people and rogues were strewn about, their forms twisted and shattered in death’s final dance. The rogue wolves had shown no mercy, their claws and teeth carving a deadly trail.

“Why would the rogues attack this peaceful village?” I