Rukiyo sat a few feet away from the center of the camp, unable to bring herself to get any closer to the gory scene that's happening over there.
She kept a firm distance, her eyes averted from the sight of Blank as he cut open the orc, while Nara and Flykra observed the process curiously.
The air is thick with the scent of blood of the monster, its metallic smell lingering heavily in the air, and Rukiyo attempted to block out the sound of flesh being cut, focusing instead on the soft sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
Unfortunately, it didn't work, so Rukiyo quickly pulled up her system interface, focusing all of her attention on the digital display instead.
The familiar glow of data and text filled her vision, effectively blocking out the mental images of the unpleasant sights and sounds coming from behind her.
