(Ignore this post, it was a mistake on my half)

In the distance from the location of the small girl there was the sound of an ax hitting something that did not sound like wood. As a wood elf, the sound of people logging and cutting down trees was fairly normal but this didn't sound quite right it sounded wetter and less solid. If the little girl decided to approach the noise she would have to walk a bit away before walking behind a large tree. What was in front of the small girl she could not miss once she turned the corner.

The ground was slick with a crimson wet substance, the smell of copper and metal was thick enough in the air it could almost be tasted. It appeared to be a campsite for what looked to be three, what appeared to have the body of teenager or adult wood elves if it was not for the fact that they were covered in this crimson smelly substance and another major feature was the fact that their heads were missing from their bodies, the red liquid leaving the stumps of their necks even though their hearts did not pump anymore. Their bodies were strewn around, in various places around a circle of a campfire.

Standing next to the campfire was a monster of a man, or it might not have been a man at all. Its armor was slick with the same substance as the former elves, though the gauntlets seemed to be the slickest with the liquid. Its armor was also the same color of the blood but with what appeared to be rusty brass highlights at various areas of the shoulders and chest. The being word a large, what appeared to be bearskin cloak over the back of it, spikes coming from the armor holding it in place and at its side was a massive double-headed battle-ax. It appeared to be finely made, though not mastercrafted or even something you could not easily find at any store in any major city but it did have an odd symbol on it. It was a triangle with a skull on the top of the said triangle, with two large bars coming out to either side of the skull but ending at the same point width-wise as the triangle below it. On top of the skulls came two bars, at a fifteen-degree angle before going parallel with the bars coming out the side and ending at the same length as the others.

The worst part of all of this was most likely that if the girl looked at the hand of this monster, it had something bright white in its hand, holding it in its upturned open palm. It was a bleached white skull of a Wood Elf. The monster seemed to be looking at the skulls, before leaning down and putting the skulls into a bag, which held two other skulls that looked very similar to the one he just held.

The monster would then start to get up, grabbing its ax in a single hand before preparing to leave with's it haul of new skulls.

The smell of blood drew in the shadowy figure of Fujaku, He had been sleeping in the nearby area and upon smelling the coppery substance, his scarred and ruined eyes opened wide. He had made his way toward the spot, his arms having been replaced by the man who had saved him nearly a year ago, but his body no longer felt his own. He had been asleep for nearly a year when he had awoken to an entirely new world. No nervas Order, No demons to fight. However, He hadnt grown quiet in that time. He quickly got himself back to healthy operation. however, given how stubborn his own mindset was, it wouldnt be hard for him top wind back up like he had been.

Fujaku had only his clothing, no weapons of any kind. Yet he still found himself drawn to the bloody smell as if by instinct. He came out of the shadowed area looking at the large suit of armor infront of him. The blood didnt disturb the man, who looked at the armored Figure in silence. He wouldnt waste his words on this man, no...this beast. It was taking trophies like a monster could only do.