Rage (1).

Staring at a paper folder before him, there was no change in Cain's face.

The clean up was simple...

They gathered the bodies of the deceased and burnt them. Leaving them like that would allow their corpses to rot, attracting all sorts of horrors to them. As they currently didn't have the manpower to deal with something like that, it was best to just cremate the dead.

The casualties were terrible. Numerous Beastmen had been killed, almost fifty percent. The ones that survived were lucky. The people they had brought from the Western Island had been lucky enough to have been far away from where the attackers had targeted. As for the original team...

Staring at a corpse that had been mutilated beyond recognition, Cain almost forgot to breathe. The corpse held fast onto a tower shield that looked more like scrap metal than defensive equipment now.