Getting To The Bottom

Dominic pulled out his sword from the body of his enemy. Blood. The heavy, nauseating stench of rusty iron fragrance of blood filled his nose. Having a sharp sense of smell backfired him at this kind of situation where the smell of blood would churn his stomach. But that would happen only in the past, when he was younger.

"They have been more and more persistent to kill you since you left the castle," Cain stated. This was the eighteen attack coming after Dominic's life once they took off from the castle.

Dominic was barely concerned about the amount of people coming from his life as he knew there was only one person behind the whole attack. It won't end until he take off the root of his problem which he would promise to do soon enough.

Dominic's eyes moved from the body on the floor toward the forest behind them. Stepping on the body, he made his way to the entrance of the forest which was covered with heavy fogs. As though the darkness was not enough to hinder his sight, there was a