Alexander then closed the panel and looked behind him, his expression returning to a calm one. He slowly walked to a corpse, carrying it from the ground.
Its neck was bitten, where the lungs was visible, its legs torn off from being ravaged by the beast. But the smile adorning the man's face, even though blood was sliding out, was so vivid.
The expression of dying not of agony and fear, but pure relief was a sight to see. Alexander truly idolized this kind of person. Aeloria then ran towards him, holding Anya's hand.
"Uncle Barry," she spoke, biting her lip, her eyes watery, as she looked at his body being carried.
"Big sister," Anya mumbled, hugging Aeloria to minimize the emotional pain.
Alexander, after finishing his glance at the man, shifted his gaze towards Aeloria.
"Let's go and bury his dead body, so we can let him rest in peace now," Alexander uttered to her.
