Every time the man caught sight of the ghastly bones on the ground, his eyelids twitched involuntarily. He wanted to clean up the mess without getting any pheromones on him.
Finally, with a sigh, he quietly returned to the blood pool.
After a brief delay, a grave decision took shape in the man's mind. He moved those coffins previously squashed beneath him aside, and placed his coffin at the bottom.
His movements were incredibly fast, taking advantage of the buoyancy of the bloody water, he slipped into his own coffin before the ones piled on top could fall.
The man didn't do this out of fear that the holy beetle swarm might kill the sleeping blood clan member above him first. He simply preferred the peace and security of lying at the bottom. Yes, that must be the reason... he convinced himself.
The man closed his eyes once more.
A peaceful smile, the likes of which could be seen on a sleeping child, graced the corners of his mouth.
At this very moment.
