SPLASH!
SPLASH!
The ocean waves relentlessly crashed against the reef, exploding into a white curtain.
The splashing spray transformed into a mist in the air, carried by the cool spring breeze to sprinkle upon his face.
Leech gently wiped his face. 'He had to hand it to his men for managing to find their way up such a difficult path.'
A cape. A cliff towering over the sea. Slaves and militiamen stood guard before a cavern. By the time Leech arrived, they had discovered a corpse on the ground.
It was the height of a seven or eight-year-old child, with blue skin, long fingernails, and a large belly. It was wrapped in animal hides.
The corpse's head had been caved in by a hoe. The blood that flowed out was also blue. The blue blood ran down the reef and mixed with the seawater, vanishing without a trace with each splash of the waves.
"Milord, be careful!"
Seeing Leech approach, a quick-witted militiaman immediately went to support him.
Leech waved his hand. "What happened?"
