C266 On the Head Broken Peak

Atop Head Broken Peak, a grim tableau was playing out: with each sweep of the blade, heads rolled.

Blood had soaked the plateau that day, forming a macabre pond that flowed ever so slowly. The sight was harrowing: hundreds of headless corpses strewn amongst the boulders, the vegetation, drenched in blood, shimmering with an otherworldly hue under the sunlight