Tomix stared in silent horror at the decaying corpse of Sloth. Sloth's neck had been slashed open. His sword was in his hand, so it looked like he'd put up some sort of fight. Tomix knew what he had to do. He looked on the ground, searching for a clue of the attacker. Kneeling down, he could see several fine white hairs. With growing horror, he saw earth lying all around. He knew who'd been here...
"Avon..."