The rusty smell of the flesh and blood on the ground that had become a paradise for flies mirrored the eyes of the people watching the Snow Fox prostrating on the bloody ground.
Lidien stood from his seat and walked to the edge of the watchtower, watching the female Snow Fox with his crimson eyes.
Sighing, he took a step off the edge of the watchtower. He dropped down, landing with a thud that kicked up a cloud of dust.
Then, he pointed at the decapitated head of the Dark Wolf beside the female Snow Fox.
"Bring me that head."
The female Snow Fox gulped, then slowly moved her hands towards the head, holding it by its hair.
As she stood, she felt her body refusing to walk towards Lidien when she saw him smiling from ear to ear, making her remember the sight of the old man that he had killed, crushing his heart.
