The sound of something heavy hitting the ground reverberated through the dense forest, followed by the grotesque splatter of green, viscous liquid.
One after another, snake-like creatures with sinewy, plant-like bodies fell, their movements twitching before growing still. The green ichor seeped into the soil, sizzling faintly as if the very ground rejected their unnatural existence.
"Damned pests," came a low, irritated voice.
A black-robed young man stood amidst the carnage, his nearly three-meter blade retracting with a quick hiss until it reformed into a sleek dagger. With a sharp flick of his wrist, Adrian slid the weapon back into its sheath, his movements as precise as they were fluid.
