A woman huddled on the other side of the road, her son wrapped tightly in her arms. Small whimpers of fear snuck out of the young child's mouth. Kazimir helped the bleeding man from the center of the road and walked him toward his friend by the wagon. "It's gonna be okay. Help is coming." He stood up and looked around the area, hoping for anything that would bring any clarity. The people were still too shocked and injured to give any meaningful clues to the disaster.
Two trees creaked and roots snapped. They had already been half uprooted and leaning over. Each with two giant gashes taken out of them. Something had come through here in a hurry, he thought.
A barrel rolled out of the wagon. Apples and pears tumbled onto the ground. The back of the wagon gave way and toppled to the dirt.
The wind mage looked back down the road, checking if his guildmate was on the way yet. He didn't know how much longer these people could wait for a regular doctor.
Kazimir stepped between the trees. A giant footprint more animal than human dwarfed the size of his own foot as he stepped within it.
"What could it be,"