When the trio reached the crest of the hill, Espedon squatted down, leaning on Angelfire for balance. They had no binoculars, but it wasn't hard to see what had happened.
Cronoss had been a small village, barely more than a main street with a few farms dotting the land around it. Where the houses once stood, there was only blackened rubble. Burned-out skeletons of the few stores and restaurants the village had lined the main street. Splashes of red peppered the snow in the distant, bodies left unburied.
On a road leading out of the village, a line of humvees and troop carriers were on the move, away from the three and away from the destruction they'd caused.
Espedon's expression became grim. He scanned the village for movement- troops, survivors, anything. This had been a complete massacre.
"Everything. The women. The... children," Espedon growled. He edged closer. "I'm going in to get a better look. There's got to be some survivors. Anything. I want to know who they were."
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Cronoss had been a small village, barely more than a main street with a few farms dotting the land around it. Where the houses once stood, there was only blackened rubble. Burned-out skeletons of the few stores and restaurants the village had lined the main street. Splashes of red peppered the snow in the distant, bodies left unburied.
On a road leading out of the village, a line of humvees and troop carriers were on the move, away from the three and away from the destruction they'd caused.
Espedon's expression became grim. He scanned the village for movement- troops, survivors, anything. This had been a complete massacre.
"Everything. The women. The... children," Espedon growled. He edged closer. "I'm going in to get a better look. There's got to be some survivors. Anything. I want to know who they were."