Blood.
Blood was everywhere.
His hands, his clothes, his skin. The ground he stepped on... It was dyed crimson with blood. Everywhere he went a trail of blood was left. He was drowning in a sea of blood.
-Master. Master, where are you going? Wait!
The child asked him to wait, but how could he? How could he turn around and show his bloodied figure to that little light? No way in hell he would do that. No way!
-Master!!
"Human, what's wrong?"
At a male voice, he froze for a second. That elf boy… He too was… Ian's eyes couldn't see. He couldn't see but the boy was too, covered in blood.
"Ian, hold on a second!"
Even his master. Even his noble young master.
