These were the young men he had recently encountered at the Grand Schism. But what seemed a faceless and ferocious horde before now struck him as only a pathetic and pitiful pile of wasted youth. They were obviously being transported to a mass burial somewhere. Everson had not counted the trucks before, but he was now nauseated by the size of the caravan he had witnessed, all the vehicles most certainly filled to the brim with the fallen.
Fighting his disgust, he burrowed into the ghastly camouflage of corpses to avoid detection. His wary eyes went to the front of the truck, where the driver sat in a cab that was really more of an open-air canopy.
Everson instantly recognized the sloped shoulders and massive hooded head of one of the creatures he had met earlier. The hulking figure seem
