Echoes Beneath Burning Sands
"Hmm… It smells so good. The smell of roasted meat." Harry suddenly had a brain fade and said as they walked.
The words slipped out so naturally, so casually—like he was strolling through a marketplace instead of a graveyard of scorched flesh.
For a split second—
Silence.
Then—
Smack…
Leon didn't even hesitate.
His palm struck the back of Harry's head with clean precision.
Not overly forceful.
But sharp enough to sting—and to remind.
Harry's entire body stiffened. His eyes widened slightly as realization slammed into him a heartbeat later.
His gaze dropped.
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
To the ground.
To the charred remains half-buried in flames.
To the blackened limbs and twisted shapes that no longer resembled anything human.
The smell he had just praised—
Was not meat.
It was death.
"…Ah."
Harry instantly covered his mouth, his fingers pressing tightly against his lips as if trying to shove the words back inside.
