Chapter 395: Blood
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Chapter 395 Blood
The decapitated head of someone slowly rolled down the street and landed at their feet.
The head was of a woman whose last expressions seemed to be frozen at the time of her death.
Her eyes were hollow yet were opened wide, as though terrified of what he saw in front of her.
And her mouth was fully gape, typical of what one would do when faced with utter shock and fear.
As soon as Lyrian and the others saw this, their expressions became serious. In an instant, their guards went up as they began to examine their surroundings again, but this time in a different sense.
They weren't looking for citizens now, but rather, survivors.
Lyrian took a good look at the decapitated head and noticed a clean cut at the dead woman's neck. 'A person did this... her head wasn't ripped or torn off by some beast.' He mused, as he suddenly sensed the smell of blood in the air.
He closed his eyes and activated Smithing to understand where the smell was coming from.
Just then, far in the distance, he heard an eerily quiet scream that would normally be indistinguishable from the sound of the wind.
As soon as he heard this, his ears perked up, and at that same moment, he sensed a small hint of bloodlust in the distance.
Without hesitation, he clutched his obsidian blade and dashed forward.
"Follow!" He yelled back to the group, and they quickly followed his orders.You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"Nova! Stay back! This energy... is too strong." He noticed that the bloodlust that arose was nothing like any creature he had ever faced before. It was fearsome, like a trained killer's aura.
The courtyard was filled with the corpses of guards and men, but Lyrian decided to ignore these people and head straight forward.
Rothis looked at these corpses and couldn't help but feel horrible at the sight of them. He thought there might have been a chance to save them. He didn't know whether to just run right past them because maybe some had a chance of surviving.
They weren't just insects, they were human beings. What if his not stopping to help them was the difference between life and death for an individual?
As these thoughts plagued his mind, Osikae, who was at the flank, noticed Rothis' expression and exclaimed.
"Rothis, calm your mind. Focus on the objective." He exclaimed seriously.
Rothis jammed his eyes shut, and then opened them again, "You're right!" He exclaimed a new look of determination in his eyes.
However, at that moment, a hand grabbed onto his foot. His eyes of determination faded instantly into hollowed eyes of horror.
He came to a sudden halt as he heard a raspy voice say, "P-please... help u-us..."
Rothis breathed shakily as his lower lip quivered and he faced the man at his feet.
"Of course! Stay there! Here, drink this potio--" Rothis was rushing to retrieve a minor healing potion from his vest pocket, when he suddenly felt a hard hit on the back of his neck.
The hit was enough to knock him out. Rothis knew that the minor healing potion would have done nothing, yet he was so flustered in his emotions that he didn't see any other way out.
Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave his potion to the man destined to die...
"Foolish," Osikae said with a cold tone, carrying Rothis on his shoulder. "Instead of trying to revive the dead... we must focus on the survival of the living."
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Chapter 395 Blood
The decapitated head of someone slowly rolled down the street and landed at their feet.
The head was of a woman whose last expressions seemed to be frozen at the time of her death.
Her eyes were hollow yet were opened wide, as though terrified of what he saw in front of her.
And her mouth was fully gape, typical of what one would do when faced with utter shock and fear.
As soon as Lyrian and the others saw this, their expressions became serious. In an instant, their guards went up as they began to examine their surroundings again, but this time in a different sense.
They weren't looking for citizens now, but rather, survivors.
Lyrian took a good look at the decapitated head and noticed a clean cut at the dead woman's neck. 'A person did this... her head wasn't ripped or torn off by some beast.' He mused, as he suddenly sensed the smell of blood in the air.
He closed his eyes and activated Smithing to understand where the smell was coming from.
Just then, far in the distance, he heard an eerily quiet scream that would normally be indistinguishable from the sound of the wind.
As soon as he heard this, his ears perked up, and at that same moment, he sensed a small hint of bloodlust in the distance.
Without hesitation, he clutched his obsidian blade and dashed forward.
"Follow!" He yelled back to the group, and they quickly followed his orders.You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"Nova! Stay back! This energy... is too strong." He noticed that the bloodlust that arose was nothing like any creature he had ever faced before. It was fearsome, like a trained killer's aura.
The courtyard was filled with the corpses of guards and men, but Lyrian decided to ignore these people and head straight forward.
Rothis looked at these corpses and couldn't help but feel horrible at the sight of them. He thought there might have been a chance to save them. He didn't know whether to just run right past them because maybe some had a chance of surviving.
They weren't just insects, they were human beings. What if his not stopping to help them was the difference between life and death for an individual?
As these thoughts plagued his mind, Osikae, who was at the flank, noticed Rothis' expression and exclaimed.
"Rothis, calm your mind. Focus on the objective." He exclaimed seriously.
Rothis jammed his eyes shut, and then opened them again, "You're right!" He exclaimed a new look of determination in his eyes.
However, at that moment, a hand grabbed onto his foot. His eyes of determination faded instantly into hollowed eyes of horror.
He came to a sudden halt as he heard a raspy voice say, "P-please... help u-us..."
Rothis breathed shakily as his lower lip quivered and he faced the man at his feet.
"Of course! Stay there! Here, drink this potio--" Rothis was rushing to retrieve a minor healing potion from his vest pocket, when he suddenly felt a hard hit on the back of his neck.
The hit was enough to knock him out. Rothis knew that the minor healing potion would have done nothing, yet he was so flustered in his emotions that he didn't see any other way out.
Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave his potion to the man destined to die...
"Foolish," Osikae said with a cold tone, carrying Rothis on his shoulder. "Instead of trying to revive the dead... we must focus on the survival of the living."
Chapter 395 BloodThe decapitated head of someone slowly rolled down the street and landed at their feet.The head was of a woman whose last expressions seemed to be frozen at the time of her death.Her eyes were hollow yet were opened wide, as though terrified of what he saw in front of her.And her mouth was fully gape, typical of what one would do when faced with utter shock and fear.As soon as Lyrian and the others saw this, their expressions became serious. In an instant, their guards went up as they began to examine their surroundings again, but this time in a different sense.They weren't looking for citizens now, but rather, survivors.Lyrian took a good look at the decapitated head and noticed a clean cut at the dead woman's neck. 'A person did this... her head wasn't ripped or torn off by some beast.' He mused, as he suddenly sensed the smell of blood in the air.He closed his eyes and activated Smithing to understand where the smell was coming from.Just then, far in the distance, he heard an eerily quiet scream that would normally be indistinguishable from the sound of the wind.As soon as he heard this, his ears perked up, and at that same moment, he sensed a small hint of bloodlust in the distance.Without hesitation, he clutched his obsidian blade and dashed forward."Follow!" He yelled back to the group, and they quickly followed his orders.You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin"Nova! Stay back! This energy... is too strong." He noticed that the bloodlust that arose was nothing like any creature he had ever faced before. It was fearsome, like a trained killer's aura.The courtyard was filled with the corpses of guards and men, but Lyrian decided to ignore these people and head straight forward.Rothis looked at these corpses and couldn't help but feel horrible at the sight of them. He thought there might have been a chance to save them. He didn't know whether to just run right past them because maybe some had a chance of surviving.They weren't just insects, they were human beings. What if his not stopping to help them was the difference between life and death for an individual?As these thoughts plagued his mind, Osikae, who was at the flank, noticed Rothis' expression and exclaimed."Rothis, calm your mind. Focus on the objective." He exclaimed seriously.Rothis jammed his eyes shut, and then opened them again, "You're right!" He exclaimed a new look of determination in his eyes.However, at that moment, a hand grabbed onto his foot. His eyes of determination faded instantly into hollowed eyes of horror.He came to a sudden halt as he heard a raspy voice say, "P-please... help u-us..."Rothis breathed shakily as his lower lip quivered and he faced the man at his feet."Of course! Stay there! Here, drink this potio--" Rothis was rushing to retrieve a minor healing potion from his vest pocket, when he suddenly felt a hard hit on the back of his neck.The hit was enough to knock him out. Rothis knew that the minor healing potion would have done nothing, yet he was so flustered in his emotions that he didn't see any other way out.Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave his potion to the man destined to die..."Foolish," Osikae said with a cold tone, carrying Rothis on his shoulder. "Instead of trying to revive the dead... we must focus on the survival of the living."
