Northern Liadain
Dead men lay on the road, some decorated in blood, others with their skin seemingly burned off, and still others with their heads simply torn from their very bodies.
It was a brutal scene, the kind to turn stomachs.
Kellen stood in the middle of it, no blade in his hands...
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