Dread Awaits
What made this the obvious choice was what was found on the road, hidden behind one of the desolated carriages on the road: a few men dressed in chainmail were lying on the paved road–dead. They were mangled and eviscerated by inhuman means; their innards strewn out.
"This is…!" Emilio covered his mouth in shock and disgust.
Vandread didn't bat an eye, only kneeling down to check the lion sigil that was on the guards' backs, "These are the city guard for Larundog. We can cross out the idea of an illness or other men doing this; injuries like this are the result of something not human."
It was something different than what he was prepared for; the threat that loomed seemed inhuman beyond the depraved criminals he'd faced or the savage warriors. This was something that sat on a new boundary.
"Should we go around?...If it's something dangerous–" Emilio asked.