C215 Cleaning up the Battlefield Picking up Corpses!!(part II)

Above the jungle canopy, a Featherfolk Holy Fighter, ensnared in toxic smoke, sensed the disappearance of Carr's aura from several kilometers away. Panic filled his eyes. The vanishing breath of life signified Carr's death, leaving him in even graver peril. Fortunately, the chains that encircled him like whips, along with the sharp triangular metal spearheads, were slowing in their dance