“Your men are dead, your excellence.” A frail servant said to Tariq. He then reported what had happened on the cursed land—how these men of his burned to death, alongside some dead bodies, and the mysterious deformation of the nearby cave. The old servant could not erase from his mind those horrific faces, scorched and forever plastered with shocked expressions, believing they might have seen something out of this world. His heart got pulled apart while reporting this news to his master.
But Tariq was surprisingly unmoved. Not a hint of pity nor sadness for his dead men. The Vizier only stood there in front of his window, staring at the coming storm of the night horizon. Iqbal then entered his room and was equally bothered as the old servant by the unimaginable death of the two men.
“Ha
