Kadyn sprinted through the thickets, copses, shrubberies and coverts, arriving at a clearing. He spotted a body lying on the ground and under a tree, face down, almost buried in the dirt; the body was still, not making even a single twitch; the blood had formed a pool around and under the body, painting the ground and corpse in crimson.
He hobbled towards the dead man and just when he extended his hand to turn the body around, the dead man opened his eyes and thrust a dagger towards Kadyn that he was hiding under his belly all this time. His face was covered in dust and fake blood dripped from his face, his pupils glittered with vicious glint; he was expressionless and eyes cold. Kadyn didn't even flinch and waved his hand, grabbing the dagger with his claw. The clang reverberated in the silent clearing and everything turned rigid and still, almost freezing.
