Bodies were strewn about the town square, one at each cardinal direction. Buildings had their windows smashed and large holes punctured their front walls. In the middle of the square, a dead unicorn mare was bound to a pole, forced onto a rearing position by her mane being tied around the same pole. She’d tried to escape; a thin red line stood out against her coat where her mane connected with her scalp. Her horn had been roughly hacked away. Dried blood matted her coat beneath a hole in her chest where (Artemis heaved) her heart had probably been removed. Runes and sigils were delicately, almost artistically carved all over her legs, her body, her face. Her eyes were horrifically bloodshot.