A nightmare.
That was what it was.
Children crying.
Some crying loudly with tears and snot covering their faces.
Some were literally screaming in agonizing pain.
Some… weren't crying at all.
They just stared.
Stunned.
Too shocked to even understand what was happening.
When the bombing happened, most warriors weren't here.
Most had gone to the execution.
The quarter was full of the ones who couldn't fight, ones who… weren't fast enough to even run.
Mothers.
Children.
Elders.
The weakest.
The ones who should have been… the safest.
And it wasn't just Stonefangs who were hurt.
The Ants were no different.
Many were crushed, many scattered.
Some still climbed over rubble with broken legs, dragging themselves anyway, still trying to report everything to their mother, still trying to… help.
Trying.
