I subdued two Andras, a male-female pair. The Andras I'd already killed couldn't be helped, and at least these two seemed to be higher-tier types with very small wings on their backs.
'They're 2-star scrubs.'
Traces of evolution. The bird-head humans had clearly evolved into bird-head winged humans, and that symbol of evolution was proof of a dungeon.
"Master."
Eila, who'd been surveying the village's condition, approached with a horrified expression. And behind Eila was the stud hunter who knew this village's location.
"They're... all dead."
"Figured as much."
The hunter village where seasoned folks gathered was the unusual one. Most slash-and-burn villagers were people hiding from war and taxes.
"Seems like you want to say something."
"Yes. ...I'd like to make graves for them."
"The humans?"
I scanned the human corpses with my eyes. The damage to the bodies was severe enough to be hard to put into words. Their expressions were uniformly twisted and agonized.
"..."
