An eerie silence had filled the courtyard. The dead, dying, and wounded had been carted away, leaving the crowd noticeably thinner. Those whom remained were sitting or lying on the ground or in makeshift shelters, staring forlornly up at the charcoal sky. Nest guards and other armored warriors were stationed at key locations at gates, doors, and towers their countenances grim. The air stank of brimstone and soot.
"It cannot be helped, Leucinan," muttered Beldwin under his breath.
Leucinan glanced up. Beldwin was sitting beside him, staring down at the earth, clutching something in his gnarled fist. A mass of soiled and bloody