The air was thick with the scent of blood.
The battlefield was a mess.
A dense collection of carcasses and white bones blanketed the whole battlefield.
Severed limbs and flowing blood.
Droplets of blood seeped into the soil, staining the ground black and red.
Standing on top of the city wall, Fang Hao and Eira quietly observed the sight before them.
They remained silent for a while.
Fang Hao descended from the wall, and the broken city gates swung open once again.
"Clean up the battlefield, collect all the spoils of war, and toss the bodies into the Skeleton Conversion Field," Fang Hao stepped out and issued the order loudly.
The skeletons which had previously stood motionless once again sprang into action, stripping the bodies of all their equipment and throwing them into the Skeleton Conversion Field.
The transformation of the bodies in the field took some time.
As more and more bodies were placed inside, the conversion time kept stacking up.