Before the gates of the temple, a large hall stood, submerged in darkness. The air was permeated with the smell of rot, and at least a dozen eviscerated bodies lay on the cold stones, staring into nothingness with their empty eyes.
Sunny had long become accustomed to such sights, so he wasn't too bothered by it. The implication, however, left him feeling cold.
'Damnation…'
He entered the hall, both Saint and the Serpent emerging silently from his shadows. Cassie followed, gripping the hilt of the Quiet Dancer so hard that her fingers turned white.
Sunny walked over to the nearest corpse, held his breath, and knelt beside it, studying its wounds. Then, with a grim expression, he moved over to the next one and did the same.
It took him some time to check on each of the slain Lost, and by the end, his eyes were full of darkness.
The blind girl remained silent for a few moments, then asked, her voice tense and trembling:
"...How did they die?"
