The air in the middle of the forest was still thick with the scent of drying blood. Damp leaves swayed gently in the wind, brushing against branches and creating a faint melody that seemed to accompany the vengeance I had just begun. Traces of the previous battle remained fresh bloodstains, broken weapons, and corpses partially devoured by ants and wild insects.
Amidst it all, I stood coldly before a trembling woman. The receptionist from the guild a female werewolf with dark gray fur and golden eyes that had lost their gleam of confidence. She quickly realized that this place was the site of death for the twelve intruders. Their corpses remained intact, some faces still recognizable despite their bodies being shredded by the merciless chains.
"Those faces… there's no mistaking it… they're all…" she muttered, her voice breaking.
I stared at her emotionlessly. "Correct. They're the ones who tried to kidnap me. And I believe you know quite a lot about them."
