Chapitre 280: Chapter 8 - These Skelental Arms

Collin emerged from the darkness behind her, a sword smeared with blood in his hand and grief buried in his eyes.

Unexplainable rage.

"I buried them yesterday. Their cold bodies beneath the cold, wet sand," his lips trembled and his teeth clattered. "They were supposed to be breathing. They were supposed to be alive when the Blood Moon came, but no..."

He looked like a shadow of himself, and lifted the sword like it was too heavy for the strength he commanded.

His breathing was loud, and fatigue laced every movement he made. His eyes were deep in their sockets, and his uniform looked like it had been hazardously put on, the blue color fading and stained with blood that was probably his and someone else's.

It had been a very long time since she had seen that on him.

Also, who had he attacked before getting in here?

"...you killed her." He said in an empty voice, tears streaming down his face. "She was supposed to bring my family back and you killed her."