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Amon's eyes widened as he stared at the ruined infirmary in front of him, that once stood tall and strong.
It was devastating to believe that such a small group could cause this amount of destruction.
But even more…
His head slowly turned down, only to see a field of strewn laid out corpses around him.
Their bodies were completely torn up as if a barbarian had tore them open.
Their faces mushed up, being completely unrecognizable.
Organs and blood were spilled over the whole ground, painting the once beautiful lush green fresh ground with a gruesome crimson red.
It was a massacre. A brutal massacre that Amon couldn't believe with his widened eyes.
All the patients outside…
And not a single one was alive.
'H-how…Wasn't Arthur here?' Amon questioned in his thoughts.
But there was nothing here.
Even if he had to venture inside, Amon was sure that Arthur would have left some shadows outside.
