Rowan closed the door behind him, turning to the priest, who jolted at the sound of the closed door, but his eyes were still closed, and his mouth opened and closed sporadically.
By the side of the priest were the bodies of three people, everything above their necks was gone, as fragments of blood and bone stained the floor and walls.
It was a harsh callback to his time in that room, it appeared to be two men and a woman, he had the urge to cover their bodies with something, it felt inhumane to leave them like that.
Rowan had shut off his energy sight, for he feared that his glowing eyes would draw too much attention. Activating it once more with a thought, his gaze fell on the priest.
He discovered that everything about him was normal, his Aura appeared dispirited, but it still blazed with warmth and health. Only his current state was an indication that something was wrong with him.
