User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200530010509

It was quick...

It was violent...

It was ruthless. Whole in its destruction. A nameless village forever condemned to a nameless death. The people, the men, women...children, gone. A monument to their deaths piled at the center of it all. Burning.

The monsters stripped the village's metal. The monsters pilfered their gold. The monsters counted their livestock. Every else fell to fire.

Behind them, a trail of death and miasma. A bleeding sky beset by so many rising smokes. Beyond the horizon they walked, ash where cities were. No green, but brown. No life, but carrions. Nothing but their next raid toward the greener pastures that laid ahead...

They walk with lust for destruction, briefly sated. Teeth full of blood, face filled with glee. They walk past the young man and his 'host', the latter, watching on as they went about, not sparing a second glance at the lives they've trampled.