Kaedros shouted in pain and fear, mixed with confusion, he couldn't turn towards Taria. He raised his hand which was covered in monsters, and continued his slow pace towards Rauk but the monsters were focusing on only him now and they dragged him down.
He wished for a quick death but he knew it might not be possible, not with the swarm of monsters fighting over his flesh, then a laughter as light as winds on summer night flitted through the room. The monsters paused as one, their heads tilted as if they could hear something then they were gone.
Just like that, disappearing into invisible cracks on the floor leaving behind their dead.
Nothing moved in the room, the smell of blood was a thick heavy blanket mixed with that of hundreds of guts cut open. Then Kaedros's hand trembled, he was still holding his sword, hand tight on it.
