"Help me..."
The rotting lips on that blood-covered face trembled, uttering a timid plea.
"Help me..."
It was the soldier previously abandoned by her companions.
The night was dark and windy, the pale moonlight filtered through the foliage, casting dancing shadows, the mountain forest was eerily silent. In such a strange atmosphere, that bloody large face appeared especially horrifying. Normally, anyone would be scared out of their wits, but Sevia, upon realizing what was happening, showed concern on her face instead.
"How can I help you?"
Thud—
A heavy sound echoed, as Sevia stared blankly at the collapsing figure. She stepped forward, gently nudged the soldier's shoulder, and upon getting no response, turned her over, finally seeing the soldier's face clearly.
It was an unusually tall woman, nearly two and a half meters in height, towering almost half a body over Sevia. Her skin was silver-gray, not due to disease-induced discoloration; it was her natural skin color.
