Angus, being thrown by the blast into the mass, could not believe his ears as he regained consciousness. Silence. Almost. Was that birdsong he could hear? Pulling himself from the forest floor, he only saw - forest. Huge ferns, small wild flowers in bloom, mossy trees. A fresh, earthy aroma. The bubbling of a nearby stream. There was no sign of any Orc, dead or alive. No Blood. No stray heads. No foul stench. The forest looked vital and healthy, not flattened and covered with the dead, black-blood soaked...