Chapter Thirty-Four
The city of Erdunadir lay in ruins. Stables were burned, and homes were thrashed. Bodies littered the streets and homes where they fell. The smell of vinegar lingered fresh in the air from the blood scattering the ground. Corpses appeared horrorstruck, and the dried blood was only a day old.
Everybody kept silent as they marched behind Searon. He had been too late to arrive at Erdunadir, and despite their defenses they had been no match for whatever force desecrated them. He felt sick from the c*****e. It took a long time until anything could be seen besides mangled human bodies torn limb from limb. Searon noticed first and rode toward it. A daerion lay on its stomach where it had been bested by two warriors. Both of those warriors lay dead just beyond the creature.
