"Fenrir, what have you done?"
Blood splattered everywhere and tainted the forest. Those spillages of crimson fluids belonged to the creatures living in the woodland. And the one who massacred the living daylights out of these animals was Fenrir herself.
She confidently stood at the high ground, in the middle of a corpse of an unknown creature. Blood continued dripping from the tip of Fenrir's blade, with a vast hole carved on the monster.
Below her feet was a corpse full of various species of monsters she killed. The stains covering her sword were the blood that came from those creatures.
As soon as Fenrir noticed my figure, her eyes slid to the side with a grin, welcoming my presence.
"Hello, Arthur. You should have come with me to level up!" Fenrir exclaimed.
No words escaped from my mouth as if the horrors in front of me made me mute. With all the ounce of strength left inside of me, I stepped one foot forward and looked Fenrir in the eye.
