The burning body of the servant was reflected in Cassius' eyes. He felt horrified. He wanted to throw up.
Cassius took a step back. His right hand was covering his mouth as he felt his whole body shudder from the sight.
His screams were drilled into Cassius' memory, and he knew for himself that he would remember this for the rest of his life.
Trickled of dust.
Only ashes remained.
Cassius swallowed.
Eyes drifted towards the book on the floor. The markings that were drawn with blood were nowhere to be found. However, the book remained on the cold marble floor, staring at him sinisterly.
What should he do now?
Cassius looked around the room with a heavy heart. This room was filled with treasures and trends that no one in the empire ever had. A space that every nobleman desires.
Now, this room had turned into a dark, sinister place that only ghosts would dare to even haunt.
