The decapitated head of someone slowly rolled down the street and landed at their feet.
The head was of a woman whose last expressions seemed to be frozen at the time of her death.
Her eyes were hollow yet were opened wide, as though terrified of what he saw in front of her.
And her mouth was fully gape, typical of what one would do when faced with utter shock and fear.
As soon as Lyrian and the others saw this, their expressions became serious. In an instant, their guards went up as they began to examine their surroundings again, but this time in a different sense.
They weren't looking for citizens now, but rather, survivors.
Lyrian took a good look at the decapitated head and noticed a clean cut at the dead woman's neck. 'A person did this... her head wasn't ripped or torn off by some beast.' He mused, as he suddenly sensed the smell of blood in the air.
