In the depths of a dark forest, dense with twisted branches and a suffocating stillness, a desperate middle aged man sprinted for his life.
Clad in tattered rags, his body a patchwork of scars and filth, his heart raced like a caged animal.
With each labored breath, an ominous cloud of despair hung heavy in the air.
Behind him, the thunderous barks of the bloodthirsty hounds volleyed through the trees.
Their ferocious snarls echoed with a chilling hunger, their razor-sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light that filtered through the gnarled canopy.
Driven by instinct and trained for brutality, they closed the distance between their quarry.
The mans legs cried out for mercy, his muscles burning with exertion.
As he pushed himself to the edge of his endurance, his trembling limbs betrayed him, and he stumbled, crashing into the murky waters of a stagnant swamp.
Filthy liquid engulfed him, saturating his rags and clawing at his skin like ghostly hands from below.
Desperation consumed him as he crawled through the sludge, searching for salvation in the embrace of nature's darkness.
Beneath a massive, gnarled tree root, he wedged himself, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum signaling his impending doom.
The man clutched his mouth, suppressing any sound that could betray his fragile sanctuary.
His eyes widened in fear as he watched the hound's snout cautiously sniffing the air, catching the scent of his trepidation.
Its eyes glowed with an unholy fervor, its fangs bared in an unspoken promise of violence.
The beast circled the swamp, its predatory instincts honed to perfection.
Meanwhile, the nobleman dismounted his horse, a sinister smile curling on his lips.
He watched with predator's patience, relishing in the impending demise of his quarry.
His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure while his fingers tightened around the hilt of a wickedly curved dagger.
Suddenly, as hope seemed to wane, the hound's ears twitched, distracted by a distant rustle in the undergrowth.
Its bloodlust momentarily diverted, it darted away, vanishing into the shadows, leaving Ethan trapped in the clutches of an unyielding fear.
The nobleman's icy composure crumbled, his frantic eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of his loyal hound.
With stealth and malevolence, the nobleman approached Ethan's hideout, senses keen and instincts honed through years of pursuing prey.
The forest held its breath, as if even the trees were aware of the impending brutality.
In a swift motion, the nobleman pounced upon Ethan, his dagger gleaming in the pale moonlight.
Ethan's screams were muffled as the nobleman's hand smothered his cries, savoring the fear etched across his ravaged face.
Darkness descended upon the forest, the echoes of a violent struggle swallowed by its depths.
The cries of anguish, the desperate pleas for mercy, danced like a haunting melody, seeping into the earthy embrace of nature's graveyard.
When silence finally settled, only the flickering moonlight bore witness to the savage aftermath.
The nobleman, his eyes glazed with a twisted satisfaction, stood amidst the disarray, wiping the bloodied dagger on his once majestic cloak.
In the midst of corpses and shattered dreams, the forest stood silent, the chilling reminder that brutality and violence were etched into the very fabric of its existence.
The Nobleman stood in the dimly lit forest under the veil of the dark fence clouds, the stench of iron and death thick in the air.
His sadistic pleasure swelled as his wicked grin stretched across his face, basking in the aftermath of his heinous act.
Blood dripped from his dagger, staining the forest floor beneath his feet.
But just as his satisfaction seemed absolute, a cacophony of barks shattered the eerie silence.
The Nobleman's eyes widened in surprise and a primal fear crept into his heart.
His hounds, loyal companions and fierce protectors, suddenly turned on each other with ferocious savagery, their snarls replaced by agonized yelps of pain.
Before he could even fathom what was happening, a blur of movement caught his attention.
A glint of dark silver flashed in the moonlight, and his lifeless body slumped to the ground with a sickening thud.
The head that once bore the wicked grin now rolled uselessly by his severed feet.
From the shadows emerged three figures, ethereal and otherworldly.
Their bright white hair that each uniquely complemented their looks, shimmering like starlight.
Crimson pupils blazed with an intensity that could pierce the darkness of even the most twisted souls.
And their light dark silver armor clung to their forms like a second skin, that accompanied with the crimson swords by their waist made it resembled something like ancient and enchanted piece.
They were children of the holy citerdel and subjects of the dead God, Yudies.
They were known by many names but their most popular one being 'The White Widows'.
" Check the body " the leader of the small group,Yona said as she pointed towards the mutilated body of the middle aged man.
Yona was a young lady who had beautiful long curly hair that stretched down to her shoulders.
Kana and Shannon, Yona's subordinate had a coliy short hair and long straight white hair respectively.
Kana strode towards the body and slowly riped the man's ragged robes and observed the dark cracks on his skin that covered the entirety of his chest and lower region.
" It's as we thought, he's the same infected guy that ran away from the citerdel weeks ago" Yona remarked.
Shannon approached the body with sobber eyes as she kneet and said a short prayer, " You poor thing, am sorry we couldn't do anything to prevent your untimely demise, But It is over now, I pray thar your soul find solace from the evil of this world, May you now rest in tranquility."
" There you go again, romanticizing the dead" Kana said as she rolled her eyes before turning to Yona, " so what do we do with the body now."
" We return it to the citerdel, let meister examine his body before giving him a proper burial along with his family and comrades" Yona said as she looked at the birth of a new day, the rays of the golden sun creeping into the dark woods.
" Well if that's the case I guess Shannon should be the one who retuns the body back to the citerdel while we continue to track the deserter" Kana looked at at Shannon with a grin.
" If that's the role am being assigned, I swear by the dead God Yudies, i will carry out this task with all my heart and will not let you down" Shannon said as he gave Kana an inocent look.
" Tsk, your not even going to even try and refuse it" Kana clicked her tongue as she mumbled under her breath.
Yona unsheath her long crimson blade and lightly pressed it against the lifeless bodies of the hounds causing them to desolve into white smoke.
" Shannon, return the body safely to the citadel, I and Kana will take it from here"
Yona said turning to Shannon.
Shannon carried the the body on her back while Yona faced the opposite direction, they both prepared to go their separate way when Kana called out to them.
"Aren't we forgetting something" Kana said pointing to the nobles dead body, " I mean I know we can just leave him here but I think that will be a waste."
" So what are you suggesting" Yona asked.
" Well if it's okay, I suggest we are at least let those stinking nobles get the message."
" Very well then do what you want but you don't make me wait too long for you" Yona said as she started walking forward.
Kana looked at the white horse and the nobles severed head as a wild sinister grin appeared on her face.