Julius had reached his limit.
He was a healer. He had seen horrific wounds before—gaping injuries, infections that rotted flesh from bone, deaths that came slowly and painfully.
Blood and gore were not strangers to him.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
Two human beings had been reduced to piles of indistinguishable mush.
Muscle, bone, organs, tissue—all blended together into mounds of meat that bore no resemblance to anything that had once been alive.
The smell alone was enough to make his stomach lurch, and he had to fight to keep from vomiting alongside the females.
And hovering over it all was Luca. The threat. The monster in Hero's clothing.
Not wanting to be close to him, Julius forced his trembling legs to move.
He stumbled toward the other male elves, who were already backing away, their faces pale with shared terror.
They had to escape. Had to get away from this nightmare.
"Going somewhere?"
The voice came from behind him, casual, almost amused.
