"Catharina... Catharina... Catharina...?" the brightness, the radiant light that once shone in his golden amber eyes, had vanished. As he trotted through the forest, even though numerous wounds covered his body, his state of mind, and his clarity of thought, it did not appear as horrible as it did with Catharina.
As they said, the eyes were the windows to the soul. Though his eyes were dim, there was no visible weakness like before. Though blood still oozed from his wounds, his body did not tremble as he maneuvered through the jungle. In the air, there was a faint scent of blood that wasn't his, yet his heart remained steadfast and untroubled.
"Have I forgotten her family's name?" Anon mused to himself: "I forget not. What was it? Oh, yes, Allmond." He suddenly smiled. And though there was a grin plastered on his face, his eyes did not reciprocate with the lower part of his face, creating a peculiar scene.
