Even after the Blood Python had died, the mercenaries, gripped by fear, continued to attack the corpse.

“Stop! Stop! It’s already dead!” Gillian shouted several times before the mercenaries finally lowered their weapons and stepped back.

By now, the sun had begun to set, casting a reddish glow over the surroundings. The enormous carcass of the serpent, pierced by hundreds of weapons, appeared even darker and bloodier under the fading light.

In the face of such a magnificent sight, everyone fell silent, as if they had all agreed not to speak.

For a while, the Blood Python lay still, and …