The autumn breeze rustled across the plain that was originally full of life, and a strong bloody smell permeated the area.
The green plain had been stained red with blood, and there was a messy pile of bodies on the ground. Many of them were even frozen into ice sculptures. Frozen together with their spilled blood, those ice sculptures appeared extremely red.
Scarlet was shaking. She could feel the rush of adrenaline in her body at the moment when she did it. However, this feeling gradually subsided when she saw an alien child, frozen in a pool of his own blood. He was clearly just an innocent child, and he was the size of a normal human boy. He was dead. His eyes were frozen in a state that revealed the terror and helplessness he felt before his death.
Scarlet suddenly lost control over her body and limbs and fell to her knees.
For some, dealing with the consequences of killing was always more difficult than the killing itself.
