On the western side.
Near the tower, two huge abominations with black skin were dead.
Most of the monsters had already been killed. But there was silence. No one could hear a cheer of joy.
The scent of fresh blood mixed in the air. Corpses lay here and there. Most of them belonged to monsters. But among them, a few were those of humans and some other races.
They had killed those two Rank Five abominations. But it had cost them a lot.
Near the dead body of one of the huge monsters, a middle-aged woman sat, leaning against its massive corpse. Her maroon hair had turned a liquid red color. It was her own blood. A deep wound had formed on her belly. It was a terrible cut. Her intestines could be seen. One of her arms was broken. Her once beautiful face was now ruined by bruises and wounds. One eye was swollen. One of her pointy ears was torn.
