The area near the south wall of the inner city had been reeking for several days, the warming weather was partly to blame, but mainly, it was due to the row of corpses hanging from the wall.
This might have been the closest the people of Chaochang ever got to the nobles of the inner city; the once-respected Yun Clan Council had become the chief culprit of the great chaos in Chaochang. The high-ranking individuals, who should have been honored in death, were strung up on the city walls like cured meat, a grim testament to the fate of rebels.
Scavenging sea birds perched atop the city towers, and the formidable Armored Soldiers stood guard above and below, making the already imposing towers appear even more sinister and solemn.
Pedestrians hurried by, scarcely daring to breathe, their heads bowed and their pace quick, fearing that remnants of flesh and blood from the corpses above might drip onto them.
