"Hello?" I asked, looking around. "Is anyone here alive?"
I was standing in a large expanse. As far as I could see was nothing but blood and corpses of humans and Drakoshi.
I couldn't tell which way was which, There were no directional markers in the distance so I just started walking.
The act was tiring. The gaps between the bodies sucked me downwards, the rotting bodies gave out from under me. I wanted to get away from them, but my Gyrokinesis wasn't working, so I just walked.
I lost track of time. The only thing that occasionally pulled me back from total monotony was the horrific smells on the plain of death.
Eventually though I saw movement in the distance. My eyes went wide. Something living? As I approached I forwent all caution and increased my pace. Upon closer inspection there was a figure. Walking across the corpses. In its hand was a blade made of blood. Occasionally it would stab a corpse on the ground before resuming its walk.
