Daniel turned with an impassive expression, shifting his attention to the corpses of Bruce and Matheus, who lay nearby. He walked slowly toward them, as if admiring the result of a grotesque work of art.
Bruce's corpse was a macabre sight. His skin was pale and dry, stretched like old leather over his bones. His face, which had been vibrant and healthy moments before, was now a wrinkled and deformed mask, resembling that of a mummy that had been buried for centuries. The reason was clear: Mary's uncontrollable thirst for blood had completely drained Bruce's life force, leaving him in a deplorable state.
On the other hand, Matheus's body had met an even more brutal fate. Although he hadn't been drained of blood, he was torn in half, ripped apart in a bloody and cruel manner that severed both his shoulders from his torso.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, observing the bodies with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
