The forest

"Fuck, my head hurts," muttered Gray as he opened his eyes.

Every fiber of his being hurt, it was as if someone had stuck a needle through every inch of his skin.

'Ahh, I remember now. Those specters took over,' recalled Gray as he stood up, dusting the sand off his suit.

'But still, it looks like I had some fun.'

Nearly a hundred dead elves lay sprawled across the ground, their skin pale and dry due to loss of blood.

"Wake up," said Gray, kicking at the unconscious Tesse's body.

"M-Master," she replied, her voice weak as she opened her eyes.

After confirming that it was indeed her master she shot up, hugging Gray with all her strength.

"Your excitement is quite troublesome," commented Gray coldly, before pushing her back.

"F-Forgive me, master," she said, kneeling down.

"And I'm guessing you were too busy stuffing your face to care about us, weren't you," commented Gray, turning his attention to the black cub that ate away at one of the elven corpse's flesh.