Quartez had been laid waste to.
The stench of death permeated as far as the eye could see, buildings had been wantonly destroyed, castles wrecked like defective constructions.
With flames wantonly spreading because of the destroyed houses.
Along both the streets and gutters of every city in Quartez lay corpses of every kind.
The powerful, the poor, the elderly, and the small, half-breeds and tamed beasts.
Death did not discriminate, and neither did he.
Those that had proved their loyalty, promised power and indoctrinated with demon blood weren't spared such fate either.
Rather, they were the first to be killed, for their scent was unique and as a demon, their souls were bound to be bigger than others.
Lest Numar and Goceron, who just happened to be outside of Quartez at this time, all other members of the demon cult had also been killed.
