It was set on fire, just like every other house in the village.
Around the house, more than twenty monsters lay dead, their bodies gnawed and ripped in irregular patterns, the injuries not seeming to have been caused by a human.
Her eyes widened in horror, her irises shrinking as they fell on the doorstep where Shiro lay.
His damp white fur had turned crimson, clinging to his body where numerous deep wounds were visible. One of his eyes was completely destroyed by a sharp claw mark, and his belly, which still barely vibrated, was split open.
"Shiro," Celestia cried out, reaching him.
He slightly lifted his head, his last struggle as life slowly left his body. He let out a low whimper, his remaining eye turning teary, as if he was apologising to Celestia.
And then he fell, completely limp.
"N-no!!!"
Tears fell down Celestia's face, but she did not remain there for more than a second.
She entered the house. Its door was broken, carrying numerous claw marks.
