Alyce reached the top of hill and her tired, gray eyes surveyed the damage. The flames from countless tacbombs were out, but some areas still smoldered. Dirty, black smoke rose upwards, like thousands of tiny snakes, winding their way up to where she stood. A mere day ago the landscape was lush and bountiful, now it was pock marked and deeply gashed. Hundreds of her soldiers, their bodies strewn like rag dolls laid in unnatural positions.
“No life here, not even a flower remains,” she whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek.
She could sense his desire to come to her side and quickly commanded without turning,
“Stay where you are, Nyles.”