"Another one," I said as I looked at the body of Grimm or what remained of it; there is barely anything had remained, even most of the bones were eaten, and the remaining were in such shape that even I couldn't make sense of them without a proper investigation.
The reason I was able to tell was because of the weapon and huge tattered clothes; monsters don't eat that.
This is the fourth body of Grimm I had seen in this place; I did not see any dead humans, which is not surprising, seeing we are small, and our weapons and clothes could easily get buried in the water and the mud.
The challenge was hard, harder than any survival-type challenge I had faced here; it did not seem at first, but as I fought, I began to notice the tiny changes that make this place dangerous.
