168 PRISON

Blood color the battlefield red. And it flowed. The hard ground turns mushy and muddy

The blood flow as fast as rain flow in a bad rainy day. Body is strewn about all over the battlefield.

The stench of blood, sweat, piss and shit all melded

The clanging of swords can still be heard ringing in his ears.

Shattered swords, broken shield, hundreds and hundreds of spear stuck on the ground, on some poor soldier face, some has stuck on their chest, some on their throats.

Mound of corpses were piled up as high as the city gate, their faces shows their unwillingness to leave the world.

Holes in their chest and dried blood that is the sign of their death.

Brain matter makes the battlefield slippery while the soldiers stumble and accidentally licked the ground with their comrade brains.

Twenty thousand Vevaian troops die that night. It was a tragic night and a horrifying battle for Veva. All were killed by one man.