Aleister stepped towards the tree and twirled his fingers slowly. A soft wind blew taking away all the dried leaves with it.
Esme closed her eyes at the ghastly sight that she saw.
Despite closing her eyes, that sight was still imprinted in her mind.
Laying below the tree was a corpse and one could see the person's bones. Their cheeks were hollow and deep and their flesh seemed to have rotten.
"I'll send the word to the Magistrate," Aiden said, taking his eyes off the corpse as he looked at the setting sun, "We should leave," The sky was gradually darkening and the birds were returning to their trees.
Esme opened her eyes and followed his gaze. For some reason, the sky looked like a huge expanse of a bowl turned upside down. There was a crimson glow around the setting sun.
A chill ran down her spine, an uneasiness crept in her heart.
Esme quietly shifted from her position and she grabbed Aleister's hand without saying anything.