TAP! TAP! TAP!
A man wrapped in a greenish rope around his waist and shoulder walked onto the open field.
The ground was soaked in blood, and the sight was horrible. Broken bodies lay in pieces, torn and cursed beyond recognition. Hex felt uneasy
It was a brutal massacre.
"Judging by this," he muttered, "hundreds of students might've died right here."
He scanned the area, alert. Whatever had done this was smart. It didn't strike head-on.
There was no sign of movement, so he crouched beside a corpse, his nose twitching from the sickening smell.
He avoided the wide-eyed faces frozen in terror and looked for those trampled in the chaos.
Soon, he found one complete head.
Using a stick, he pushed aside the torn flesh. "No gene essence crystal," he whispered, frowning.
The first time he found one, it had called to him.
