Blood and ice.
A combination that one could only describe as sinister– almost akin to the view one could see inside the refrigerator of a slaughterhouse. And with the little bits of skull and brain matter scattered everywhere, perhaps that was the best description one could think of.
"..." A small slithering whisper then whispered into everyone's ears, as an eyeball slowly rolled and slid straight towards Silvie's feet.
But even with all these horrific scenes happening right in front of them, everyone was silent. Not even daring to utter a single word, afraid that if they did, then it would make everything real.
The one that most shocked out of all of them, was of course, Aerith. She was just previously chasing and playing with the children; then suddenly, a bang. No, it wasn't even a bang– it just happened. The young clone's head just exploded without any warning.
