"Hehehehahaha~"
A Death Cultist giggled with her unhinged laughter echoing against the jagged mountain walls.
She crouched low on the uneven rocky path as her dark eyes were fixed intently on the cold stone below her boots.
There, glistening under the fading afternoon light, was a singular drop of blood. It was small, a tiny crimson speck that would be easy to miss if you weren't actively searching for it…
She tilted her head.
The blood had splattered in a wide, scattered pattern. It had fallen from a high altitude, suggesting someone had passed through this stretch of air rather than just walking across the ground.
"I knew it," she muttered with a grin stretching across her pale face. "They must be nearby. Hehehe~"
She leaned her face closer to the stone and then she reached out a dirt-stained hand and placed her bare finger directly onto the red droplet.
Pressing her skin against the cold rock, she scooped the thick liquid up.
