And for the months to follow, Hydlaa was strewn with shirtless, muscular, masculine bodies. Their arms and legs were positioned quite unnaturally - kinked and twisted. On the fourth day of the great fall (or rain, as some called it), the stench of decaying flesh rose to the crystal like smoke from a prayerful votive candle, but the gods merely turned their backs and walked away with shoulders slumped and faces palmed.
