Lay Low (1)

"No!"

Arisa screamed.

The tip of the arrow slowly sank into her forehead. The screaming gradually stopped. Arisa’s body melted like a burning candle. Her skin, face, and legs turned into droplets of white or black wax while falling to the ground.

The wax landed on the ground and the green grasses turned yellow within seconds. The sour, fishy, and stinky smell flooded the air after some green smoke rose upon the pool of wax.

Arisa disappeared and only a long black robe was left on the ground.

Angele put the longbow on his back and covered his mouth with his left hand. Blood was coming out of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. Especially his eyes, the blue pupils were coated with blood, and they looked horrifying.

Angele quickly grabbed the long black robe on the ground and shook it. A small leather pouch dropped out of the pocket along with a palm-sized black notebook.

He put everything into his pouch and ran to the east side of the forest.