[Salone]

Na'lsa went quietly, his form completely eradicated by the barrage of debris and sand. At first he became less and less, and then he was swept away in a cloud of red, and then nothing. His body was gone, his flesh and blood mixed with the sands that swept with the storm.

"The murderer..."

His voice whispered to no one in its sickly oily tone. As the sand on the wind battered harmlessly against Cain, it left traces of the blood it carried. Little at first, barely noticeable. Just a few cells, but the sheer amount was slowly becoming more and more visible. Faint tinges of red splatter were just visible against flesh, and in the same moment sunk in to every pore they could find. The tinges of blood seemed to be...burrowing.