William stood at the centre of the bodies, the sword in his hand still dripping blood. The moon was high in the sky, the horrifying scene in front of it. None of the campmen survived. The smell of blood mixed with the night air, a problem with a heavy aura of death.
Cain, who was standing on a nearby rock, admiringly zero as he looked at the scattered bodies.
"I must admit, this was an amazing scene." He said as he jumped off the rock, walking towards William with quiet steps.
William looked at him for a moment, then wiped the blade of his sword with a cloth he took from one of the dead.
"Why are you here?" He suddenly asked, without looking at Caen.
Cain raised his eyebrow in surprise, but he didn't lose his smile. "Huh? Haven't we travelled together for days? What is this surprising question?"
William finally turned to him, his red eyes glowing in the dark. "Why are you helping me?"
Cain paused for a moment, then smiled differently this time—an honest smile, free of the usual irony.
"Do you remember that night in the woods? When did you kill those men?"
William didn't answer, but he didn't forget.
"I was there." Cain said, his arms crossed. "I saw you slaughtering them all, without hesitation, without mercy. But you didn't kill the three men who were captured."
William didn't comment, but he now realises that Caen wasn't just a passing traveller, he was watching him from the beginning.
Cain continued in a calm voice: "Most of the killers I saw were killed indiscriminately, but you were different. I was cold, yes, but I saw how you watch them, how you study their movements, and how you choose who deserves to die."
He raised his hand and signalled the bodies around them. "You don't kill in vain, but in a style... almost in an artistic style."
He paused for a second, then laughed lightly. "Honestly, I've never seen anyone fighting like you before. I wanted to see more."
William did not show any reaction, but inside he knew that Cain was not lying.
"So, you're only with me because you like the way I'm fighting?"
Cain smiled a sideways. "I'm not going to lie to you, that was part of it. But now, it's even more exciting."
He leaned a little forward, his voice became more serious. "Now we are pursuing a man who claims righteousness, but he controls the killers from the shadow. Something big is going on here, and I want to know the truth."
Then he retreated, and raised his hands. "And of course, there's no harm in accompanying someone who can slaughter an entire army alone, right?"
William turned his head, looking at the dark road in front of him. He knew that this journey was not over yet, and that more blood would be shed.
"Do what you want." He said in a low voice, then began to walk away from the battlefield.
Cain laughed and shook his head, then followed him without hesitation.
"Well, I seem to have found a perfect companion."
That night, under the moonlight, the two began a new journey. A journey that was not just revenge... but a revelation of the truth hidden behind the blood.