A heavy, ringing silence settled over the mountain pass as all the mountain rabbits had been brutally slaughtered.
The ground was a field of churned, crimson snow and shattered rock, and while most of the bodies had disintegrated into nothingness, those killed by Evelyn were strewn like mangled dolls.
I clutched my knees and breathed the cold air heavily in exhaustion.
As for Evelyn, she slumped as well, but before she could reach the ground, a throne of jagged, crimson blood instantly formed beneath her, rising directly from the stained snow to catch her exhausted self.
She leaned heavily against the throne then muttered, "Ahhh… it's been a while since I had that much fun."
At that moment, Dion was approaching us and spoke. "Damn… I didn't know we had two battle junkies in the party."
When he reached us, he added with a sheepish glance at the carnage, "Now I feel bad for not doing much."
I straightened up, tapped his shoulder, and said sincerely, "Don't feel bad, mate."
