The smell of blood spread through the air.
Even though the blood on the corpses should have dried long ago, for some reason, they could still smell the pungent, fresh blood.
Death lingered to this day.
No, that's not it.
Nellie drew her short axe and strode forward:
"Help me check the surroundings."
Veronica nodded slightly and vanished like mist.
Nellie pushed aside the branches and leaves.
Lying on the ground was a silver-white armor lying face down.
Blood oozed from the limbs and head, the nauseating, pungent smell permeating the air.
Nellie reached out to the silver-white armor and flipped it upwards.
The girl covered her mouth and stepped back.
Metal shards pierced into flesh, the mangled skin flipped on the surface.
The front of the deceased had been flattened by a giant beast's foot.
Veronica reappeared behind Nellie.
She also looked at the completely mashed corpse, with metal and flesh mixed together.
