บท 419: Murder

Then, Adelo saw a beautiful snowflake…

Nobody knew how many icicles sliced through the air in that instant as a piercing sound rang out, sending a chill down their spines. The crystal-clear icicles painted an ethereal picture against the backdrop of a blood-red evening sun, yet beneath the facade of this ethereal beauty were heart-wrenching cries.

There was originally woodland with short shrubs at the end of the mountain path. It was jade-green, but as the beautiful snowflakes fell on it, the picturesque jade-green was painted with spots of bright red, almost as if a careless artist had splattered paint on his canvas.

The scary thing was that these bright red spots were growing in numbers at a frightening speed, and in a split second, more than half of the jade-green had been covered in bright red…