Leo tried to forget the taste of blood left behind by the number of corpses he had torn through during the night. Despite how dark it had been back then, every image still seemed fresh enough to remember. The day was already breaking, and the sun was peeking over the horizon.
The golden rays of the sun grazed the back of a pale young man who knelt in the grassland, which was now bathed in thick patches of dried blood. On his face and hands were huge patches of congealed blood that barely covered up the huge gashes decorating his frail body, and his clothes were also soaked in black blood.
Leo was somewhat fully awake in a sense, but his body remained in a catatonic state. It felt like his body had been put in an over and drained of every bit of moisture and life from it. He could vividly remember what had happened the night before.
