623 A Net Positive

Shocked by the sight of his sweetheart's terrifyingly quick death, the boy froze in place. He had failed to notice a dozen more red-robed individuals descend from the skies, each releasing five more of those deadly blood-colored threads from both hands, capturing more of the town's innocent inhabitants.

To shake him awake from his shocked state, was the sight of ten original threads that, after turning just as many kids into mummies, retracted into the fingertips of the man that floated above the ice lake, only to emerge once again right after, in search of more targets.

Unwilling to witness the grim show repeat itself, Johan turned towards the city and started running. His feet tapped the dirty layer of snow as he ran past each house, trying to ignore the screams of the village's inhabitants, who were most likely witnessing their loved one's demise before their turn would come.