Chapter 3: Voyage Down the Mountain
The battle was over, but the aftermath was just beginning. George stood amidst the carnage, his breath fogging in the frigid air. His eyes scanned the battlefield, the once-pristine snow now a twisted landscape of blood, bodies, and debris. The bodies of the mutated wolf beasts lay scattered, grotesque in death, their fur matted with blood, their eyes glazed over in a final expression of rage. Chunks of flesh, both human and monster, lay splattered across the ground, some half-buried in the blood-streaked snow. The charred remains of the giant still smoldered, its massive body emitting an acrid, burnt odor that made George's stomach churn.