Chapter 39: A Game Of Chess

A cloaked figure walked the path less taken in the woods. A brave soul withstanding the dangers of the path as well as the deathly cold that has engulfed the land. Peril played among the shadows, frolicking in the darkness while waiting for the next prey to land on its maw and drink the blood of its innocence and stupidity.

A trail of corpses followed her path like the tail of a crimson comet burning across the pitch-black darkness of the sky, unrivaled by all the other light. A weapon with the shape of the crescent moon dripped with blood. The weapon of Death and the blade that reaps the bounty of harvest. There is serenity in death and peace in the unforgiving cold.

Ruby stood alone in a sea of corpses where she herself sailed through by her own doing. Doing this was supposed to make her feel better for her grandpa and grandpa's deaths, but why does it feel so. . . empty. The void in her heart is not yell filled by the reaps of her vengeance, in fact, it seems to exude