Sitting on the ground, Quinn was soaked in blood from head to toe. A lot of it had dripped off from his body, while some of it had dried on him. All of this just added to the deadly scene that surrounded Quinn.
For one, the blood that had hardened, piercing the Durum demons through their bodies, was still in the same shape and position, looking partially like a forest. There were still dead bodies on the ground.
If one was to take a picture right now, it would certainly be a sight that would give one nightmares.
Slowly, Anon, Ekeke and Tuni were walking through the field of the dead. They were trying to make their way to Calva who had stopped just shy of around twenty metres away from where Quinn was.
