Belvin, Director of the Woods, knelt beside the burnt remains of Benji and realized that ants were crawling over and through the cavities. He jumped up, his stomach lurching and pulled out his com.
“Medicine, ye are needed at these coordinates.”
He walked next to his own fliv and began to vomit. Nothing in his life as a woodsman on Betron had prepared him for that sight. Death was entry to the Darkness, but it was clean, coming with the end of a person"s decline. Thalians do nay kill Thalians, the old truism ran through his mind. Yet, four Thalians had been murdered in less than a month.
“Belvin,” the commanding voice came over the beeping com. “Answer me. Why tis Medicine needed and at those coordinates.” It was his Maca. He could nay refuse her.
“There has been a terrible deed done h
