The street surrounding the mansion was enveloped in an uncanny stillness, so profound that even the faintest sound, like the drop of a coin or the tiniest pin, would reverberate with an eerie echo throughout the entire area.
The air itself seemed to be holding its breath, adding to the already palpable sense of anxiety.
Aizel gazed down at the seafolk's lifeless bodies lying on the ground in silence.
The many wounds that ruined their once-regal visage painted blood over their skin. The horrific injuries they had sustained only added to the terrible scene.
Even in death, the marks of brutality were plain to see on their corpses. Someone even appeared to have ripped open their anus, as they were bleeding profusely.
Aizel concentrated his mental energy, channeling it into a powerful surge.
With a swift motion, he clapped his hands together, unleashing an invisible shockwave that rippled through the air.
