Erend and Eccar stood in silence. The bodies of Svetlana and Mirasalava lying motionless in front of them. The tension in the air still felt suffocating as they scanned the area, expecting something to emerge from the shadows or descend from the sky.
But nothing stirred. The battlefield had fallen eerily quiet as if the world itself held its breath after the intense battle they just did.
Then, a foul stench suddenly filled the air. Erend's eyes narrowed as he watched the corpses of Svetlana and Mirasalava begin to decompose at an unnatural speed. Their flesh shriveled and darkened and collapsing inward as if something was sucking the life out of them.
The rotting smell spread quickly, permeating the entire area and even forcing both Dragonborn to cover their noses. The two of them grimacing at the rancid odor.
"Seems like the power that held their bodis together are gone now," Eccar muttered, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Their bodies are decaying too fast."
