Even as they zoomed into the air, the words from the Commander had not been forgotten as he looked at the forest below. Now that he was a Fury Forge and his perception was better, in addition to the fact that he had not been thrown down from the sky, Elias could properly see everything that was happening below.
Six hundred years of labor had produced a forest that was tens of miles in circumference, and Elias could see that sections of these forests had been cleared, and in each of those clearings, numbering in the hundreds, were thousands of bodies.
From the air, it was as if he were looking at ants, as the cannibals below were stacking bodies into piles, and creating altars made from bones and flesh.
He sucked in a deep breath at the scale of this devastation. He had fought for hours, and barely killed one Mist Phantom and the hundred or so subordinates under him, but across the forests were hundreds of such similar clearings.
