Aftermath of the sortie(2)

The severed heads lay grotesquely on the ground, starkly contrasting against the once-vibrant green field that had been a canvas for the toil of farmers just months ago. Blood, dark and viscous, splattered across the verdant grass, creating a gruesome tableau that spoke of violence and brutality.

The lifeless eyes of the severed head stared vacantly, devoid of the vitality that had once animated them. The features contorted in a frozen grimace, a final expression etched in the throes of the ultimate agony. The tousled hair, now matted with blood, bore witness to the savage act that had transpired on this once-peaceful landscape.

The field, which had witnessed the cycles of growth and harvest, now bore witness to a different harvest – one of death and despair. The cruel juxtaposition of the decapitated head against the pastoral backdrop created a chilling scene, a stark reminder of the brutality that war could unleash on the very heart of life's sustenance.