Kana struggled to push herself up, but it was too late. Another hunter, and then another lunged in, driving his spear into Andrev’s body. There was no response, just the sick, slick slide of stone through flesh, the sluggish gurgle of blood.
“It’s dead,” one of the hunters said.
They stood around the corpse, staring. Then a hunter lifted his spear over his head and cheered. “The demon is dead!”
The other hunters joined in the cheer.
And then a woman said, “We should burn its body, just to make sure it doesn’t come back.”
Kana managed to stand up.
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