waste
The figure was struck right into its head. Its body slammed against the wooden door painted with lacquer. A lot of blood sprayed out of the wall. Even to the young man's robes.
Lucien heaved a long breath. He was able to score a hit. The 'remnant' retracted back into a form of misty miasma, dissolving into its own destruction until nothing is left…except a pile of black dust.
Lucien stretch his fingers. He's not good with spears. But he excel in arrows. Even confident in his long range shot.
"Ava?" he speak through his head. "Ava, you there?" Nothing. He stomped his foot and march out of the stairs. Completely ignoring the bodies of Lucy and her parents.
"Young Master Ember, wait!" He did not listen. His mind is wracking with questions.
Where's Ava? It has been a while since she said she'll come. But where is she? Did she give him a slip? Damn. He's about to exit the hall when a hand stopped him from stepping outside.