If I am dead, I am happy, he thought. We can be together again…
As Daxos reached out, his fingers about to grasp them, his parents’ eyes dissolved into blood which poured down their cheeks like horrible tears. Gashes and scratches appeared all over their bodies until they fell in pieces.
“No! No! No!” Daxos cried.
Then the wolves roamed all about him, running in and out of the scene to steal bones and fleshy chunks from his fallen family.
He wept and looked up minutes later to see Gaius lying in the mud beside Calgacus and Vitorix. Their faces were white, their eyes looking to him for help even as black arms rose out of the ground to pull their bodies down into the Underworld.
Daxos leapt to Gaius’ aid, and pulled and pried at the arms in an attempt to free him. He punched, and wailed
