Nate stood frozen, his entire body stiff with shock as his eyes remained locked onto the horrifying scene before him. He had witnessed death before—had seen men fall in battle, had watched as blood spilled onto the earth like an offering to unseen gods—but this… this was something else entirely. The people of this camp, the men, women, and children who had lived their lives here, who had known nothing but survival and hardship, had all been slaughtered without mercy, their lifeless bodies now stacked in a grotesque pile against the side of a half-burnt hut, their limbs twisted unnaturally, their skin drained of color, their faces frozen in expressions of pain and terror.