Tracy stood up. She already knew what Mist had told her. The Blood Witches had left the premises of this forest long before she arrived. Her eyes fell on the bodies that were scattered all over the ground, and a trace of sympathy flashed in those stormy grey eyes. "I am sorry."
Even though she was not the one who killed them, Tracy felt their resentment. Their death wasn't peaceful, nor was it painless, leaving traces of the brutality that they had faced before they died.
"Sirens". Echo echoed as he finished glancing around. "They are all sirens, or the descendants of one. Whoever did this has some really deep feud with sirens. Because there are more than just sirens who can be used as sacrificial offerings. But this one—she keeps targeting the sirens alone."
