The walls of the pool were covered with marks of scratches and collisions, and the bottom was coated with a thick layer of dark residue that had long lost its fluidity.
Beside the blood pool, a few shredded researcher robes lay scattered around.
The remnants of runes on the fabric were blurred, and the edges had the appearance of being repeatedly pulled by claws.
Sacco paused at the edge of the blood pool, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the marks on the walls and the ground, his Adam's apple visibly moving.
And as his eyes passed the blood pool, settling into the deeper shadows, the next instant his breath clearly hitched.
Beyond the blood pool, a gigantic skeleton lay sprawled on the ground.
Even from a distance, the oppressive sense of its mass instinctively made one halt their steps.
"This…" Sacco spoke subconsciously, unable to finish the sentence.
Weir followed his line of sight, and his pupils contracted sharply.
