Standing above a scattered group of dead Heretics, Moon looked coldly down at their lifeless corpses with absolutely no remorse or hesitation. Under his feet lay one body, while ten more were scattered across the immediate area with various fatal injuries dealt to their bodies after their confrontation.
Whether it was severely burnt clothing and charred flesh from fire attacks, impaling earth spikes through their bodies, or clean dagger marks severing arteries.
"It seems like they maintain regular patrol teams operating outside their main settlement. Not entirely sure if that's their normal security protocol, or if they somehow know we're specifically coming for them," Selene muttered thoughtfully, her hand resting on her chin in analytical contemplation.
