Blood.
As the moon gives the spotlight to tragedy, blood oozes from the wound in his heart and spreading like wildfire into his upper garment. Light brown it is dyed, turns into the dark when drenched with red in a matter of seconds.
The map he found in the library sprawled on the ground, seemingly worthless and invaluable in comparison to its wielder who’s on the brink of death. All eyes were on Heusef, as it should be… All eyes spectator to a soul who is forcefully and hopelessly pulled from its body.
Selene should have gotten used to this. Countless people who she came to care for, one after the other have died. It should not anymore make her throat dry like a desert.
She has survived ruthless training from Vorkalth, to render them all void of any soft emotions like a merciless mo
