"Elder! We found something!" an elf shouted.
They were on their way back to their home when they decided to stray from their original path with the thought of finding the centaur's new stronghold.
However, what they found was carnage: centaurs' dead bodies scattered across the ground. Their limbs tore apart while some part of their bodies was obliterated. The green scenery was tainted by the crimson blood, and its metallic stench lingered in the open air.
As soon as the elder saw the massacre, he gulped a mouthful of saliva, his hands shivered, and the words failed to escape his lips. He didn't know how to describe the situation.
They were supposed to fight them, to wage war on them, but to find their bodies in this horrible state made the old elf stunned.
'Who did this? What's the reason?' He asked inside his head, having lost the ability to convey it out loud.
