As they approached, the full scale of the devastation became clear.
The temporary camp was gone, replaced by a churned wasteland. The mountain face was scarred and cratered. It was worse than she could have imagined.
"This is..." she whispered, losing her words as she stared at the scene. The utter destruction spoke volumes about the ferocity of the battle, confirming Ye Yang's account of a monstrous fight.
"Demon, you say... what kind of demon was it...?" Her voice was shaky.
Like the guards, this was her first encounter with anything like this, even second-hand. Though she hadn't seen the creature itself, Ye Yang's description and the ruin allowed her to picture a towering, fearsome being.
Just then, the escort guards who had finished their grim preparations came looking for them, their faces etched with worry. "Madam Ya, are you okay?" one called out, rushing forward.
