Henry was walking amidst the piles of corpses that littered the throne room of Rusra's castle. He had already counted thirty corpses, belonging to maids and palace guards; some of the dismembered bodies were already in an advanced state of decomposition, making the air inside the room feel heavy and nauseating. The whole room stank of blood and death, and there was also the smell of urine and feces, as if the throne room had also become a public restroom.
"Have you and the residents not suspected of such atrocity?" - Henry asked the captain, who was gazing at the bodies with eyes filled with a mix of guilt and sadness; some of those faces he recognized, others he had even shared a few drinks within the tavern.
