*Ha haah…*
"Well, that was rough," a weak voice escaped the Seer's throat as he looked up at the nonexistent ceiling, his vision painted red with blood. Above him, the night sky and stars shimmered coldly, indifferent to the carnage below. He stood atop a small mound of bodies—just five or six, piled atop each other. But that wasn't saying much, considering the entire hall was filled to the brim with dead bodies, freshly mutilated corpses of nobles and soldiers alike.
The ground was no longer visible, not because of pooling blood, but due to the sheer number of bodies stacked so closely together that one might think the room had been carpeted with corpses by design.
"You alive, Cao Tang?" the Seer asked, his gaze fixated on the sky, blood in his veins running thin, his thoughts and vision fuzzy.
