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I found Joan's body. He was in the forest's depths with no one to save him. He was dead just as I came and stood beside him.
His skin was white as snow; his eyes were wide as he looked up at the sky. I could see red blood still flowing from the stab hole of the sword, which was quite large from my point of view. Anyone would have died getting a wound like that.
That night, I felt a truly significant loss. First, Beatrice broke her promise. Then, the death of Joan. Everything that happened was so confusing, and almost everything happened at the same time.
When I was down with Joan in the forest, I accidentally heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind my back. I looked back, and it was Lysa.
She arrived with nothing, only a body clad in the light armor she wore. I immediately got up with a tight grip on the spear in my right hand.
"Did you see how Joan died?" I asked.
