The last embers in the Ogre camp sizzled with a few final, reluctant pops before turning into wisps of smoke and vanishing into the air.
The stench of blood and rot permeating the scorched earth seemed to fade slightly.
Under the command of their respective captains, the soldiers of the Allied Army began to methodically clear the battlefield.
The bodies of the slain Ogres were dragged into a pile to be burned, a measure to prevent any outbreak of plague.
"Alright, look alive! Move all these damn logs and let's see what goodies are in those caves!"
Captain Buck's booming voice echoed through the camp. Wiping the soot from his face, he pointed toward the entrances of several enormous caves where the Ogres had lived.
The caves were hidden deep within the cliffside. Their crude entrances were haphazardly blockaded with massive stones and thick logs, and they exuded a damp, musty odor.
