Helen kept looking at the square, and the more she looked, the more empty it felt. Blood covered the ground, and broken bone pieces lay near the fountain and the ruined stalls, but there was still no sign of a corpse anywhere.
She stepped around a fallen stone cart and checked behind a cracked wall one more time. Her mouth turned tight when she found only more blood and a few torn cloth pieces that looked like they had come from Zich's sleeve.
"No body," she said softly, a tinge of hope in her voice.
Jayden stood a few steps away with a cold face. He studied the same area Helen had searched and did not look surprised at all.
"No body does not mean survival."
Helen turned to him at once. Her eyes had anger in them now, and her staff shook a little in her hand.
"It also does not mean he is dead. Who knows? He might have survived and run away."
Jayden's face did not move much as he replied in a skeptical tone, "I really doubt he did."
