Sacrifices.
Bodies.
Those who were left behind had no choice but to mourn for their dead family, friends, and acquaintances.
Neirin had seen far so much blood that was shed as soon as she regained back her memories. She stared at this blood for a few seconds waiting for her to feel something, yet, now that her memories were back, these drops of blood were nothing but a liquid with color to her.
For the last centuries, she had been losing and regaining herself in the process like this.
And after long centuries of wait, she was here now.
Neirin arrived at the village of Deakhram. She was inside the forest with Theodore, yet she could smell the foul and fishy smell of the blood in the air.
Theodore covered his nose as he almost gagged. However, Neirin was different. The mask created a filter so that Neirin would not be able to smell anything foul around.
