Soran's words lingered in the air for a few seconds before the sound of another step shattered the silence. The soft echo cut through the stillness, drawing every eye toward the source as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
All breaths held at the sight, its burned apron fluttering in the air as a heavy bloodlust filled the surroundings.
It was a sight that made one's blood churn
"T-that's..."
"Wait, look!"
Someone suddenly pointed out.
Upon closer inspection, many noticed something different about the Butcher. Much of its clothing was torn, exposing flesh covered in burn marks. Embers still clung to its body, the scorched skin continuing to smolder as it took another step forward.
Step!
The echo of the step seemed to linger in the air longer than it should have, the sound spreading in all directions. Accompanying it was the soft flutter of the tattered robe, the Butcher moving forward as if nothing had happened.
Step! Step...!
No one moved.
No one dared to breathe.
