In clean clothes and bright shoes, the youths left the grove, leaving behind the members of the Twentieth Ward and the body on the ground. That was what those who remained in the forest thought until the footsteps, and the screams of the crying girls inside the Herbalists went unheard.
The good feelings that their bodies could not get used to were giving way to the negative emotions of the former owners of the house. Even Baybars couldn't move, Mel alone on the grass crushed by his weight.
Although almost half a minute passed, not a single person dared to approach him. Despite seeing the blood flowing from his large body, they were crushed by the shock of the sudden event. They were frightened and frightened to death, and they could not imagine that their breathing would stop again as they tried to return to their routine.
"Weak bastard!"
