Eryndra covered her mouth with her palm to prevent herself from screaming out loud as she watched the man drop to the floor like a broken puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut. His body convulsed for several terrible, endless seconds as he struggled desperately with his life, his legs kicking weakly against the forest floor while dark crimson blood poured from the arrow wound in his throat like a gruesome fountain. The metallic smell of fresh blood mixed with the earthy scent of decomposing leaves created a nauseating combination that made her stomach churn violently. She had to fight against the overwhelming urge to vomit as she watched the life drain from his eyes, leaving them staring sightlessly up at the canopy of trees above.The silence that followed his death was somehow infinitely worse than the violence that had just occurred right in front of her. The only sounds that remained were the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening wind and Eryndra's own rapid, panicked brea
Last Updated : 2025-09-19
