The forest was silent.
The screams had faded into the distance. They were just a memory now.
But the horror remained.
Marcus stared at the spot where Elowen had been.
There was nothing left. Just disturbed earth and a few drops of blood.
The insects had taken everything.
Marcus felt a cold shiver run through his body.
He had seen death before. He had died once himself.
But this was different.
This was cruelty on a level he could not comprehend.
He looked at the woman standing in the moonlight.
She looked calm. She looked peaceful.
She looked like a goddess of death.
Marcus swallowed hard. His throat felt dry and scratchy.
He tried to process what he had just witnessed.
Elowen was strong. She was a noble who had combat abilities to fight.
She had beaten Marcus almost effortlessly. She had toyed with him at one point as well
But this woman had ended her in seconds.
She didn't use a sword. She didn't use a spell chant.
