It couldn't be any clearer.
He was as good as dead.
His feet wobbled here and there as he tried to lift himself, only to end up on one knee.
Both his arms were gone, and all over him were bloody scars.
He radiated the obvious reek of death, yet something prevented Nora from going up, and that was his expression.
It was contrasting to the state he was in.
He smiled, his eyes on her, and she could almost see his wish:
For her to come forward and try to end him.
But it wasn't the wish of someone who was hoping one would relieve him of his pain, by giving him a quick death.
It was a wicked smile, as if to lure her into her own death.
The state he was in made her doubt he could do anything of such, yet when she looked at the two corpses beneath her feet, one with a hollow stomach, organs resting by its side, and another with a neck completely ripped off, blood spurting out ceaselessly,
A chill crawled down her spine.
"Kill and Return. That was your command."
White said.
