As they rode through the battlefield, the sight around them was gruesome. The fighting had stopped, and most enemy men had surrendered or fled. The ground was soaked red with blood, and the air stank of shit, piss, and burned meat. Horse carcasses, severed limbs, guts and corpses were strewn all around. There were a few charred patches surrounded by burned or half-burned remains where the dragons had spewed their fire. Pained moans and cries of the dying and the wounded could be heard all around.