The fire drove back the swirling snow and laid the battlefield bare before them.
Both men stopped in their tracks, stunned, when they should have seized the chance to take advantageous ground.
It was no trap, nor was it a Deadpool invasion. The entire area twenty meters across was scorched earth, with a sharp boundary between snow and black soil. This patch of over three hundred square meters looked as though it had been dug out of somewhere else and forcibly inserted into the ice field.
A T-72 tank lay overturned amid burning fuel. Cuts resembling claw marks covered its hull. Its top hatch stood open, with half a skeleton protruding from it, also fiercely ablaze.
Fierce fighting had taken place around the tank, which had served as cover. Three or four bodies lay there. Strangely, none of these soldiers wore the identification insignia required by the Council.
At the center of the battlefield, a humanoid skeleton was bound by several Harpoon Gun lines. Their hooks had sunk deep into his chest cavity, limbs, and skull, while their other ends were tied off at the corners of the battlefield. It looked like he was being "drawn and quartered." Remnants of wing bones remained behind the skeleton. His entire body was scorched, and the exposed bones had neither the shapes nor the numbers a human should have had.
Those bodies looked as though they had been burning here for a long time, yet Caesar had heard voices just moments ago.
The two searched every corner of the battlefield but found no survivors or remaining enemies.
This was a battlefield where the fighting was already over. Humans and high-bloodline Deadpool had fought here, seemingly killing one another in the end.
"A battle happened this close, yet we received no notification whatsoever. And