Lynch sat on the ruins and opened his notebook that recorded all his insights on magic. The rising acrid smell around him did not distract him. The water being continuously transported was extinguishing the remaining flames in the village, and as the smoke cleared, the noon sun finally appeared bright again.
Macken and Morgan gathered the villagers' bodies together. It was a grueling task, as many were left with only broken limbs and their deaths were tragic. The dwarf kept cursing the beastmen nonstop, while Macken the knight remained silent, his movements now resembling a machine crafted by a gnome.
