Arnulp noticed a slight movement beneath the white covering that wrapped around the body. His pulse quickened as he approached, feeling the weight of uncertainty. With trembling hands, he gently pulled back the fabric, revealing the familiar face of his friend, Rast.
Rast's complexion was pale, his eyes closed in eternal rest. Yet, to Arnulp's surprise, fresh crimson blood trickled from the wounds that marked his body.
"What… what is happening?" Arnulp whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. "A corpse shouldn't bleed anymore. It's been hours since Rast took his last breath."
Driven by a mixture of confusion and disbelief, Arnulp swiftly removed the bindings that covered his friend's body. His fingers carefully traced the contours of each wound, applying pressure to the torn flesh.
As Arnulp applied pressure, fresh blood continued to trickle from Rast's wounds,
It's such an unnatural turn of events.
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