In the dim light enacting from the candle light, the scene before Rama unveiled a gruesome tableau of guttural violence, that left Rama dumbstruck.
Everything was left untouched, but unfortunately not the seers.
The lifeless bodies of the seers lay sprawled amidst a swirl of crimson, the metallic scent of blood lingering heavily in the air.
Their bodies had been heavily mutilated as their barely connected limbs drowned in a rivulets pool of crimson. Deep gashes of claw marks left a gory pattern on their bodies.
Their necks had been slashed deeply, pulling out their carotid and ripping it in two, blood had poured as easily as water from a garden hose in a steady but dying rhythm.
Their guts were sprawled on the floor coated with crimson, their rib bones sticking into their organs after their chest was clawed out to reveal the blood curdling innards.
