[Without warning, the video begins to broadcast the slaughtered carcasses of dozens of monsters. A few smaller ones even hang from a nearby tree, field dressed with large puddles of congealed blood beneath them.]
Shoo.
[The buzzing of flies almost drowns out Sophia's voice, but her hand does wave away enough of the pesky insects for a closer look at one of the bodies.
A
symbol has been carved deep into the flesh, only to be crossed out and replaced by
another to the side. And it's been repeated over and over again.
Sophia sighs. Her usual little smile is absent from her voice, and likely her lips as well.]
Honestly, did she really have to go this far? Such an eyesore.
It seems another warrior has joined us. Allow me to fetch her so that she can clean up this mess.