On a plain bordering the forest, there stood several artificially constructed thatched huts.
The clouds were like plastic bags, suffocating the sun not long ago, covering the entire sky with a deathly gray.
Invisible, untouchable evil spirits were frantically rushing out from deep in the forest,
Strangely,
once they tried to leave the forest's edge, they would instantly fall into a sleep and, in a short time, be disemboweled and rapidly die.
At the same time,
from the depths of a livestock farm came intense howling sounds.
It was this heart-wrenching howl calling to the forest's inhabitants, but unfortunately, none could arrive.
The howling gradually stopped.
At the farm's entrance,
Lebeite walked out with one hand in his pocket, using the other hand to lift his blood-soaked golden hair, his eyes dim, seemingly dissatisfied with the outcome.
Behind him, in the depths of the hut.
Lay a strange amalgamation of a horse's head, sheep's flock, and a human body.
