The Executor stands at the center of the village with an air of indomitability, his frame was strong which gives a feeling that nothing can faze him, especially with the confident air that is emanating from him radiantly.
Despite the eeriness of the abandoned city, he doesn't seem disturbed.
Not even a change in his expression can be seen as if the stench of death and decay are something normal for him, an entire village that was once brimming with life doesn't spike any emotion from him.
Glancing around the place, his sharp red eyes scanned the entire place.
But despite waiting for a moment, the abandoned village was still a statue. Nothing moved, and there was only the occasional creaking noise from the decomposed wood that is not attended to for months now.
Even though there was not a single cue of anything happening, the Executor smiled.