They warily go outside, stepping over the monsters grisly remains.<br/>Dust and smoke covers the battlefield, dry steppe hills now even more dry with even the few low plants burned and destroyed. Black shapes lying around them were Deadboys, now indeed dead. Many of the armoured corpsed beared the mark of sorcery, damaged by acid, burst open by claws, burned.<br/>No monster was in sight, and silent, dead landscape stretched in all directions.<br/>The corpses were only Deadboys, as well as few furry shapes of Dogboys, but no fighters from Tolkeen.<br/>Only living soldier was the one with them, walking out of the bunker last, terribly weak from something, barely able to keep on his legs. "God..." He chortled from under his helmet. "Everybody dead... Damn the demons..." He seemed to gaze at Mizrel with more hate than others.