The terrain told the story without words. Fissures were cutting through the ground, rotten corpses were scattered where they'd dropped, and dry blood had long since stopped being blood and started being soil.
The pavement had been distorted and forced out of place, like a catastrophe had walked through it.
The sun outside was scorching, and none of it reached the mansion. Inside, the place felt warm with lamps still burning steadily despite the age.
"This place is unusually warm. I think someone has been staying here."
Luccy whispered.
"Yes… but no one should be living here. This place smells like a battlefield."
Solus added.
They moved through the walkways as a group. No one knew what was inside the mansion, and no one was eager to find out alone.
Scar stayed with them, but his attention kept catching on the dark energy. It was everywhere. Seeping from the walls, saturating the air. It hadn't just passed through this place, it had settled here.
