Auriel couldn't help but anticipate the worst while hoping for the best as he heard the sound of rustling leaves and cracking branches, indicating someone's approach through the forest at night.
Being a pessimistic old man at heart, Auriel knew that encountering something good in this dark forest was highly unlikely.
'I hope it is a wolf cub or something, I don't have the strength to scare away an adult wolf.' Auriel thought and controlled his arm again to push Asher's corpse again.
But the corpse didn't move. Because of Auriel's unstable strength and ability, he only managed to move the corpse an inch or 2. Yet, he didn't stop and repeated the process even if he was damaging his arm. He simply didn't care, he more or less understood that after Asher died, he completely lost control of his arm. He was able to move it with the strings he injected before, or else this arm was just a decoration for him.
