...The theatre of death filled up with keening and caterwauling sounds as the sodden earth became oily with ichor. The ground was burnished with entrails and a sickly odour rose up from it. The effluvium of death was all around us. The battlefield had been baptised in blood and the bitter, mordant perfume of corpses emanated from it.The dewy grass flickered like diamond flame as a blood-curdling howl rent the air.. A wellspring of blood sluiced into the air. It tasted coppery.. The smell of battle was ungodly...
" What under the heavens, is this? "
Blaze asked as we flipped through the pages of the various books and browsed through the artifacts.
It was such an immense relief when I saw him amidst my misery. It was no coincidence that Blaze had been following the President and his a
