A miserable figure crawled on the ground.
Blood kept flowing from this person endlessly, nearly forming a lake as it slid down the mountain and gathered in a courtyard, mixing with the pool. A bevy of beautiful fairies who were bathing naked had all met a terrifying end, but they did not die; instead turning into scowling flesh monsters that appeared like wraiths devoid of humanity.
Even though they appeared to be Autarchs, they couldn't withstand the savagery of the blood.
In front of the miserable figure, a few dozen people were seated around him, all masked or eclipsed in hoods and disguises.
They were quiet, watching the crimson puddle with vague expressions after their initial clamor.
They noticed this man crawling like a worm, reaching out with his hand as though he wanted a hand to get up, when they knew in reality he was far from just wanting to stand up, but at the brink of heaving his last breath.
