Chapter 88: Terrorists [2]
As the king, fueled by a mix of concern and curiosity, channeled his powerful magic to disperse the suffocating cloud, a horrifying sight awaited him and the rest of the spectators. The dissipating mist revealed a macabre exhibit of of headless bodies standing upright, their lifeless forms swaying unnaturally in the eerie silence.
Blood dripped from the decapitated necks, staining the ground beneath them with gruesome pools of crimson. The severed stumps oozed crimson rivulets, the gruesome testament to the brutality that had unfolded within the shrouded veil. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the gasps and horrified whispers of the onlookers.
