The thick layer of ashes on the ground was still warm and spiralling traces of black smoke were rising into the air. A single plant couldn't be found in the area.
A gust of wind blew across the area and swept away the smoke.
A man bent down and touched the girl lying below him. His body was motionless and his facial expression had frozen. The girl was exceptionally beautiful, but her body was utterly destroyed, resembling a ragdoll that had been shredded. Her joints were in awkward positions, resembling twisted iron wires. The wound that cut open her chest was neat and clean, displaying the proficiency of the cutter. It was so neatly cut that it wasn't overflowing with blood, resembling the poultry that was killed and hung on the butcher shelves in the marketplace.
The heart within the chest was still thumping vigorously.
It was so powerful that the whizzing wind in the air couldn't conceal its thumps.
