[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
"Hm. Despite the futility of their struggle, they still persist in their desperate defiance," Grimm said idly. Their position had shifted slightly since the fight but the carnage continued to follow them. "Their position has changed since we first encountered a pack, yet the result remains unchanged. Death is the only thing they have managed to achieve."
The forest floor around them was littered with Deseruit Beasts in various states of ruin. Bodies lay folded in on themselves, some split cleanly down the center, others separated with such precision it almost felt beautiful rather than violent. Limbs were parted without tearing, heads removed without excess force. A dozen creatures that had once been whole now looked like clean divisions, as if they had been made that way from the start.
