In the dim light cast by a smouldering shroud, the prisoners could barely make out the silhouette of their saviour, if that was indeed what this individual was.
A few of them, as they stared at those glowing red eyes within the darkness, was sure that it was just another predator that had found its way into this lair, and that they would be slaughtered alongside their captures.
But one individual, who had matted blonde hair and long, pointed ears that drooped at their ends, had been in this darkness longer than the others and had eyes that had adapted better to it. This individual was able to see the Red Eyed Saviour's figure clearly, as she grabbed the leg of a Grimshawl that tried to flee.
The prisoners eyes widened as they watched the saviour raise the creature up to eye level, before plunging her hand into its chest. Her crimson eyes narrowed and her head tilted, as if she was interested by the results, before she tore her hand out and let the disintegrating corpse fall.
