"No way…" Gaeru was dumbfounded when he opened the gates to the throne hall. The first thing that caught his eye was the Salamander King hung from the ceiling, swinging motionlessly by the updraft from the opening of the throne doors.
Whatever that was left of his intestinal bowels were hanging loosely from his gutted torso and the Valgs right under him were chewing it as if it was mere gum. Upon closer inspection, Gaeru discerned that what was left of the Salamander King was only his skin and scales.
His bones, muscles and other organs were already missing.
After all that struggle to reach the throne hall, the frog swordsman's purpose for revenge vanished into thin air upon absorbing the sight of the unfortunate king's death. The view of it nearly made some of the cultivators puke, but a few of them who were well versed in group support had emitted auras of chi to calm the nerves of the whole crowd.