Soon, Lucian increased his pace as he ran towards the direction of the sounds, his footsteps echoing faintly against the empty road.
The air felt heavier the further he went, thick with a faint metallic scent that grew sharper with each movement.
The air touched his face, fluttering the hood over his head.
After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped.
Corpses.
The road was littered with a lot of corpses, littering the ground, stretching to a wide area.
They weren't even intact.
Not even close.
All of their bodies were chewed out, mutilated, or scraped apart, which made it clear that they hadn't just died—they had been torn apart.
The ground itself was darkened and slightly wet with the blood.
Even Lucian's lips twisted at such a sight.
But before he could focus on that—
His ears suddenly picked up something.
His body reacted instantly as he jumped sideways, twisting his body slightly to see the creature that had attacked him.
