Blood dripped from Camille's fur as she stood there, bodies surrounding her. Bodies that she doesn't recognize, nor remember how they got there. How she got there. This wasn't something she could comprehend. Before her stood a single griffon, her fur too stained in the maroon of life ichor. She was staring at Camille sadly, eyes full of tears as she dropped her spear to the ground while her hands trembled. She fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands as she trembled. The sound of footsteps a...