They stepped outside, the icy wind whipping at their faces, and the harsh sunlight stinging their eyes. Gwendolyn's breath hitched in her throat as the stench became even stronger, the foul odor almost overwhelming.
Malgarius' gaze followed her line of sight, his eyes landing on a pile of decaying flesh. He moved forward, his hand gripping his weapon tightly. Gwendolyn followed close behind, her own hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
As they approached, the details became clearer. It was a pile of what looked like human remains, the flesh and bone gnawed by something. Gwendolyn's stomach churned as her gaze traveled across the macabre scene.
"What could have done this?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
Malgarius' brow furrowed. "I have no idea," he said, his voice low and steady. "Whatever it was, it's long gone."
Gwendolyn shuddered, the cold breeze sending a chill through her body.
"Should we continue?" she asked, her gaze meeting his.
