A cold wind blew past Adam, making him feel a slight chill.
The sight before him was quite something, blood had spilled everywhere and the various contents of Greydor’s head had spread throughout the snow. Adam couldn’t take his eyes off what remained of Greydor, he slowly rose from his corpse and proceeded to vomit violently.
After all, he too had his limits.
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Adam’s POV:
What just happened?
‘Cough’
I cleared my throat and stared at what remained of Greydor, I wasn’t planning on killing him right now….
Did I even kill him?
I didn’t even realize that he was dead until a moment ago…..just what is going on with my body?
….
I need to hurry.
“ Come on out.”, I said and soon our hostage and Rhys came out of their hiding place.
The green child avoided my gaze while Rhys ran right up to me and rubbed my legs using his body.
“ Carry her for me.”, I say to the child.
…..
Oh right!
……….
“ Arke Faavon.”, I said thinking deeply.