"It's always good to have others handle the tedious work for you," Adyr murmured, his tone calm and distant.
He sat comfortably in a clean chair placed at the edge of the battlefield, sipping from a steaming cup of bitter coffee as he watched the workers move through the carnage. Overhead, the steady sound of rain echoed softly, drops tapping against the tarp stretched above him.
All around, the blood-soaked earth and scattered body parts painted a grim landscape, yet dozens of workers moved methodically through the carnage.
