The fort walls were coated with soot. The scene of an aftermath was not new to the warrior or the king. Then what was it that made all the warriors go numb?
It was a small chamber, perhaps in the lowest basement of the most magnificent palace he had ever seen. Filled with thick black smoke rising up to the grey, gloomy sky, the warriors had struggled to breathe as they made their way into the chamber. Eager to search for what they were looking for. Shocked at the sight of thousands of burnt bodies, they stood numb. Ashamed of their own deeds. The king, who was rejoicing in his win, was dumbfounded. The beauty that led him to this war was now an unidentified corpse.