Blinking, Linthia saw Rex coming back.
His furs had become sticky due to the blood of hundreds drenching him from top to bottom.
Linthia trailed her eyes down warily—his appearance made her feel uneasy.
Even though Rex harbored nothing towards her, no murderous intent, anger, or anything—his bloodied presence was hard to look at. Not that Linthia was scared of him but her instincts were screaming at the amount of pressure—one that she couldn't even hope to achieve—coming out from him.
'Keep what you saw in this journey to yourself, bring it all to your grave. Can I trust you to do that, Captain Linthia?'
As she looked down, Rex's voice rang inside her mind.
She was already warned before all of this.
Warned by the fact that Rex wasn't someone perfect—a bad person.
Now, she was seeing the full brunt of it.