On the black earth littered with corpses, Aisling braved the sunshower drifting endlessly from the sky, stepping over one body after another as she searched unceasingly through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood for any trace of Roy.
The farther Aisling went, the more lost she became. Through the curtain of rain, her petite figure moved slowly among the piles of corpses. She carefully inspected every body on the ground, terrified of missing any clue Roy might have left behind.
Screams and pained groans occasionally rose from the mass grave. Some of the pursuers who had survived Roy's Map Cannon had suffered injuries of varying severity, and like the dead around them, they lay upon the muddy, scorched earth.
Aisling met the eyes of every living enemy one by one, her gaze filled with hatred, before taking their lives in all manner of cruel ways amid their terror.
The brutal slaughter gave Aisling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, but being unable to find Roy's whereabouts pushed her exhausted emotions to the brink of collapse.
Blood splashed onto her face during the slaughter mixed with rainwater and smeared across her features, making her look utterly bedraggled. The drizzle soaked Aisling's mud-stained clothes and her smooth golden hair. Wet strands clumped together and clung tightly to her scalp, while rainwater kept running down them into her eyes.
Even in such a wretched state, Aisling did not stop searching. Even if she collapsed from exhaustion, she had to find Roy today—dead or alive.
--♬My baby blue♬--
Suddenly, as Aisling kept turning over bodies in the silent mass grave, she heard music drifting from afar. Looking toward the sound, she spotted a familiar corner of green clothing emerging from the heap of corpses.
Exhausted, Aisling staggered toward Roy. At last, in a