Magnus gazed at the man's lifeless body, noting the gruesome details: the face severed beyond recognition, fingers brutally cut off, and a mysterious circle etched into his chest.
"What do you think, Magnus?" Izaak inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
"Except for the witches, I don't suspect anyone else," Magnus answered in a resolute tone.The attendant in the mortuary carefully draped the body with a white fabric, concealing the horrific scene. The two princes exited the dimly lit room, stepping into the open courtyard where the morning sun cast long shadows on the cobblestones.
"According to the chief surgeon, the body hasn't been identified. It seems whoever did this targets those who are alone or perhaps street beggars with no one to miss them," Magnus told his brother, his brow furrowed in thought.
