As the old man's life was snuffed out, his last thoughts were of the fairy. He didn't understand. How could she not come out to help them? Did she really not feel anything? How was it possible?
His eyes closed as he took his last breath before being devoured by the darkness.
Karyk stood amidst the carnage, his eyes scanning the village.
The scent that had drawn him here was stronger than ever. The fairy's house didn't stand out much.
If it wasn't for her aura, he wouldn't have thought that she lived at a place like that, especially considering what he learned about them from the memories he devoured.
The fairies in this world weren't like the rumors. They were materialistic beings who loved living in luxury. They were called as gods of nature, but they had long abandoned that identity.