The white bedsheets turned crimson, and the room filled with the fresh metallic scent of blood.
Blood droplets speckled Daniel's face.
He turned his gaze to Clara, still sleeping in peace.
Should I… also? No, she's innocent.
Daniel set the sword down beside the bed, wiped the blood from his face with a tunic from the wardrobe, then slipped out of the house and disappeared into the night.
Clueless, he wandered along the path. The moon emerged from the clouds, revealing the dirt trail beneath his feet. It wasn't Arcana Town, nor Arcane Village.
This place was different, with tall spruce trees lining the path.
A moment later, he stumbled upon a well, with a rope tied to a bucket and a signboard that read "Public Well".
Crickets chirped in the surroundings, and the air carried an earthy scent, as though the ground had been freshly dug.
Is that light?
