Ramsey
When we arrived at the lower villages, the devastation that greeted me broke my heart. Homes were burned, their roofs collapsing on themselves. We were yet to recover from the damage done by Nathan and then this.
It seemed like we were in a never-ending cycle of doom.
Warriors fought desperately against the Ferals who seemed to be everywhere. They were snarling and lunging easily overpowering the throngs of warriors that faced them.
A child sobbed nearby, clutching a bloodied arm, her face was streaked with ash. A woman lay motionless on the ground, her neck was twisted at an unnatural angle. My stomach churned.
"Ramsey!"
Lenny's voice snapped me back. He pointed ahead, where a group of warriors had managed to push the Ferals back towards the tree line. One of the Feral seemed wounded.
"This is the Dark One's doing," Lenny said, his voice trembling with rage. "He sent them here."
I nodded, my jaw was clenched so tightly it hurt. "He wanted to make a point."
