"A Glimpse of the Abyss”

The archer Neumond scanned the battlefield for Leonard, his face a mountain of disbelief and despair. 

The mist, previously a filmy and subtle veil, now seemed to thicken and condense, as if the earth itself were holding its breath, anticipating the carnage.

"Where is he, bitch!? Where!?" The spy's voice, hoarse and laden with hatred and frustration, ripped through the silence.

His eyes, trained for years to detect the slightest movement, the slightest disturbance in the air, frantically searched for any sign of Leonard. Any clue that would lead him to his prey.

"I'm a Neumond tracker! You can't run! Show yourself!" He attested, his voice trembling. "Where is he, you inquisitor bitch?! Tell me!"

"I don't know, arhh... I don't know!" Mikaela shouted in response, her voice weak, punctuated by groans of pain that she tried to suppress in vain.