The ground was uneven beneath Theina’s feet, the product of both rocky terrain and rotting corpses. It was a strange combination, she thought, somewhere in the back of her mind, somehow corpses conjured images of smooth ground.

“What happened here?” she asked Garith beside her. He sighed, regarding the field and the bodies with hooded eyes.

“An epic battle was fought here, 300 years ago. This side lost, and their bodies were cursed by the enemy mages. They will rot for eternity on this field, a never-dying memory of that battle, their spirits suspended between this world and the next.”