A high, wide hill. Once, it had been covered in lush green grass. Now, it was buried under heaps of corpses and twisted metal. The aftermath of a great battle not long ago. And after a battle like this, there were always those who appeared without fail. “Ugh, I thought there’d be a jackpot, but this place is completely picked clean...
A high, wide hill. Once, it had been covered in lush green grass. Now, it was buried under heaps of corpses and twisted metal. The aftermath of a great battle not long ago. And after a battle like this, there were always those who appeared without fail. “Ugh, I thought there’d be a jackpot, but this place is completely picked clean.” “Maybe someone else already looted it?” “Doesn’t look like it. No signs of that.” Scavengers. Originally, the word meant animals like crows, hyenas, or maggots—nature’s corpse-cleaners. These days, though, it was more often used for people who prowled battlefields looking for anything they could sell. The people combing over this hill were exactly that kind. Although, there was one among them looking for something entirely different. A young boy named Isaac. “
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