Artemis nodded gravely. “Saw it, too. Ever ’eard’a Grayvale? Nice town, or so I ’eard. Got there a few days back, an’...” She sighed and shook her head. “Stars above, ain’t seen nothin’ like it. Was like a sunblasted abattoir. Bodies piled ’igh, black magic sigils paintin’ the walls, blood stainin’ the snow, busted buildin’s ev’rywhere, an’ not a single pony livin’. Never felt somethin’ so… empty.”