The cave in front of their eyes was the final destination of these little demons moving the bodies.
Upon seeing this, Leonard Churchill noted several monsters with sickle-like hands skillfully skinning humans, then soaking the skins in blood brimming with magical power.
Several skinless Pishtakos were gathering around the blood pool, occasionally pulling out a human skin to try on themselves.
If it doesn't fit, they just switch to another one.
It's as if they are trying on their own "clothing".
Even for someone with Leonard's mindset, the sight of this bloody spectacle was enough to make him draw a sharp breath.
There were many "humans" here.
No one cared about one more.
Leonard didn't bother hanging around in this bloody, stinking cave.
The skinned human bodies were suspended and transported into the depths of the cave by a rudimentary pulley system.
He followed in that direction.
They were already in very deep underground.
