"There's no sign of resistance, no trail of blood other than the dried blood underneath the skin..." Erglade used his dagger to lift and move the skin. "It's as if they all died on the spot almost simultaneously..." He muttered and looked dozens of human skins around him.
Everyone looked around to find any hint of what had happened in the village. However, they found nothing, not a single item went missing in the houses. Everything was untouched, even the money and valuable items weren't taken by the culprit.
"Do you feel anything, Sir James?" Erglade turned around to look at James, who was standing still with his eyes closed.
James slowly opened his eyes, finished his prayer to give salvation to the dead. His expression was grim, his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. He slowly looked up at where the tall and massive trees surrounded the village.
