Secretly Watching

As soon as Shi Fang turned back, the horrifying reality of the situation struck him like a thunderbolt.

None of his fellow tribe members remained intact; their bodies were torn asunder, severed limbs and blood raining down in a macabre cascade that dyed the sky a deep, ominous red.

The scene was one of utter devastation, a grim testament to the brutality of the battle. Shi Fang stood frozen for a minute, his mind struggling to process the carnage before him.

The silence that followed was deafening, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate the entire air.

Then, like a volcano on the brink of eruption, smoke began to spark from the center of Shi Fang's head, a visible manifestation of his barely contained rage.

His hands trembled violently, his nails digging deep into his flesh as he clawed at himself in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of rationality.