The servants went on to examine the bodies closely, lifting each and listening to their heartbeats. Each one had been pouring blood and one with severed limbs due to the crash. All of them sighed as they’ve confirmed that all of these Zmeus are truly dead. Soon, the sound of a gush wind was heard as misty fog covered the area. They now began to tremble as their Master appeared out of the fog when it cleared.
“Master.” They all bowed, acknowledging his presence.
“How many?” The Master automatically asked.
“Five, your grace.” One of the servants replied in fear.
“Five…” The Master spoke, as if it was the calm before a storm. He then walked around the bodies, clawed cuts visible as well as scratches and wounds. Their blood still oozing but most have begun to dry out. “Flaming blood waste
