As the group traveled swiftly, no longer stopping for anything, the oppressive atmosphere of the village and the things they had seen there still clung to them, akin to a dark cloud over their quest, which they had unexpectedly received.
The silence of the group was heavy, only broken by the rustling of grass as they walked and the faint sounds of Corin breathing and the chains that bound him moving. His eyes were still red, but over half an hour had passed, and the red was noticeably lighter than before.
Lyle, who was walking to the front of the group with Nicholas, kept his eyes and senses sharp as he observed everything around them.
"Feeling better?" He asked Corin who nodded weakly as he was still dazed and his mind still filled with thoughts of blood and violence, the previous stimulus proving to be too much to him, and even though he felt a bit ashamed over losing control like that, a part of him didn't care, it wanted to lose control, it craved it.
