The silence of the strange landscape shattered with a sudden, wet thwack!
Something flew out from one of the shattered windows of the red-glowing building ahead. It spun violently in the air, spraying a fine arc of blackish blood with every rotation before crashing down into the dirt. The grotesque object rolled twice, then came to a stop right at Juer'lo's feet.
It was the severed head of a demon.
A one-horned demon, its lifeless eyes wide and glassy, its mouth twisted open in what looked like an eternal scream.
Its single jagged horn was cracked in half, dripping with dark red blood. The rest of its face was mangled, as though smashed repeatedly before the final blow.
The smaller demon who had guided Juer'lo here froze instantly.
His entire body stiffened, claws tightening into trembling fists as his gaze dropped to the fallen head.
He flinched backward instinctively, a shiver of fear crawling up his pale spine.
Juer'lo, on the other hand, simply lowered his gaze.
