Tearing, furious roars.
Slaughter and bloodthirstiness filled every second of Mist Forest.
Today was no exception.
"Zila."
Blood gushed out, as a jackal's head, neatly chopped from the neck with a smooth cut, rolled onto the ground.
It seemed the attack was too fierce, leaving no time for it to react. Its furry face was still frozen in its final moment, baring its teeth in a vicious snarl.
Partially closed beast eyes and the scarlet blood spurting from its throat revealed the grim tragedy of its decapitation.
Drip—
A small droplet of blood, like morning dew, gently fell on the tip of a tender green leaf.
Yet it didn't seep into the soil like the blood that nearly stained the entire forest before but landed on a black, furry paw.
Only at this moment did the external impact introduce a slight dissonance into the deep shadow lurking at the forest's edge, melding with the nocturnal darkness.
