Rest

"Yeah, just a few wounds..."

Glancing at Oscar, I noticed his tattered clothes, his disheveled appearance, and the visible traces of blood on his skin.

His auburn hair was matted with sweat and dirt, strands clinging to his forehead despite the faint breeze.

"You look like shit..."

I chuckled and shook my head, unable to suppress a grin, looking at his current appearance.

Although normally, it wouldn't matter what he looked like, right now, after witnessing him surviving this ordeal he went through, I couldn't help but tease him a little.

"You don't look better either!"

He retorted with a smirk, gesturing to my own disheveled state.

I couldn't argue with that.

"Anyways, you sure went wild!"

Looking at the bodies scattered behind me Oscar whistled.

All of them were mercilessly slaughtered, and their lifeless forms were strewn across the garden floor like discarded toys.