Breeze

"What have you done?" Ned angrily stood, clutching both his hands, a spray of blood smoothing down over the surface of his Silk Road. "She is doing just fine!"

"It is enemy," Gogmurch stood eye-to-eye with Ned, looking down. "No more to it. You are human, we are beast."

As the two stood, glaring with each other, the woman's body lies still on the ground, bubbles of red and white gurgling over her neck. It was at this moment that Ned saw a shimmer hidden under her cloak. Ned had to hold himself from expanding too much Mana and energy. For Ned, there was no feeling he felt even after Gogmurch killed her, but it was a life that took him the most. Be it beasts, or humans, they all have precious life. Life given to them naturally—unlike him.

Ned bent and examined the shimmering light under the dead body of the Ghostblood lady.