Ethan stepped cautiously into the small town, determined to find out what had happened. The streets were as silent as a tomb, every building standing empty and abandoned. Suddenly, a frenzied cry echoed from one of the deserted taverns—a roar that sounded as if some beast were trapped inside.
"Hmmm?" Ethan frowned. Could the town have suffered a beast attack? That didn't make sense. He quickly sent his wolves inside first, letting them scout the eerie tavern while he charged ahead to investigate.
But then—everything froze. Ethan's heart hammered as he peered around the doorway. In front of him, one of his wolves stood motionless, its ears perked and eyes fixed on a horrifying sight.
The wolf had already snapped the source of the sound in two. There, sprawled on the cold, dusty floor, lay a small body, torn in half. Crimson blood pooled around the severed parts, stark against the faded wooden planks. The creature was disturbingly human-like, with only a pair of demonic eyes.
