Haa… haa…
Cynthia's breath came out in short, ragged gasps. Her chest heaved like she'd just run for hours, and her whole body felt like it was burning—like she'd been thrown into a pit of fire.
But all she could see was red.
Red, everywhere.
Dark, heavy crimson stained the land around her. Pools of blood spread across the ground, soaking into the dirt, dripping from torn leaves.
Even beneath her hands, the earth was wet with it.
"W-What… what is this…?" her voice trembled. Her mind couldn't keep up. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she took in the sight in front of her.
Hundreds—no, maybe thousands—of bodies lay around her.
Beasts.
Some looked like animals, giant and majestic. Others were humanoid, still bearing the features of their kind.
But all of them were still. Lifeless. Empty eyes stared into nothingness. Hearts no longer beat.
Her kin.
Her brothers and sisters.
"No… no, this can't be real…" she whispered, but her voice broke.
