Savannah had crossed the trail of debris, clouds of flies. He had walked among the sun-dried bones guided only by the desire for a bath heavy, so heavy that crawled among the marshes like a huge snake, so smelly that the cramp of nausea was so intense that unleashes lightning fires.
had walked for days with an empty stomach, moving in a trance, in constant anticipation of the brutal spectacle.
Leon had been approached only by the morbid desire to smell the warm blood that crowned the king's head.
no longer importaba it was the blood of brothers and sisters, not now that the night was silent to the cries of insects and the king opened his eyes, let go of the warmth of your breath ...
