Reana stood in front of a small crowd of elders and warriors, eyes fixed on the rotting corpse before them.
The chest and upper abdomen was caved in, bones crushed. The surrounding areas of his chest were discolored, with bones thicker than humans', pierced out his skin from different places.
The dried blood formed a dark, brittle crust that seemed to pull his pale skin taut. His eyes were wide in a permanent, terrified stare. His mouth opened as if to scream.
Reana scrunched her nose from the horrible smell. Unlike those covering their noses or gagging and puking, she didn't. Instead, she was worried.
Whoever or whatever killed Xavier was no ordinary power.
"His chest was stomped on. He died of massive internal trauma," healer Dira announced.
