There was not a single cry around him, not even the faintest sound of a gasp. Perhaps, it was because that they were all trained not to make any loud sounds beyond the walls of Helios, or they were just too shocked at the sight of the gruesome torture occurring in front of their eyes. Blood streamed down, coiling black limbs and dyeing the waters red. The sound of sloshing water and the slimy squelch of black sludge sounded sickening enough to flip one's stomach.
'Stay calm...' Moulin mentally warned himself. It was as if he is brought back to the time when he faced the creature in the lake when he'd first awaken; the malibreed was especially similar to the one he was facing now. Only it was far larger and... aggressive.
It was too late to flee quietly. Right now, they were being targeted by the monster who had just finished its meal. And it seems it still hungered for warm flesh.
