Chapter 467 - The Sooner The Better

As the final embers of the battle faded into the afternoon air, the forest stood torn and trembling, the earth marred with craters of flame and streaks of blood that still hissed faintly as fire devoured their remnants. Smoke hung heavy, curling upward in thin wisps, carrying with it the metallic tang of charred flesh. From above, descending with the ease of someone utterly unshaken by the carnage, Marcus dropped down from his perch atop the tree. His boots landed lightly against the scorched ground, and as though the devastation were nothing more than a backdrop to a casual stroll, he began to hum a faint tune. Hands tucked loosely in his pockets, he wandered through the ruined clearing, eyes scanning with a detached curiosity at the wreckage until they inevitably settled on Serah.