Cyra bit her lips trying to keep herself awake, and she walked forward with her body screaming with pain, she entered the center. As she walked she saw torn beast flesh and she tore out some pieces and chewed down on it trying to fight poison with poison.
She ate like this when she passed through corpses of beasts, veins popped on her forehead from pain with sweat soaking her back.
The ground was filled with their corpse, which almost pilled up in a heel, she was so grateful right now for the red sky, if not she would have not passed here easily, she continued walking, her eyes searched around for anything that looked like a ruins.
she passed by a beast, and its fur moved. Cyra's mind was on finding the ruins and the beast stood on its torn legs with blood pouring from its chest. its eyes were reddened in madness as it watched Cyra's back.