Chapter 25: Precipices of insanity{Rewritten}

"Mael... What... Have you done?"

The voice was broken, hoarse, barely more than a whisper as it echoed through the stillness of the narrow alleyway. The sound of rain, once an overwhelming downpour, had subsided, leaving behind the rhythmic, eerie patter of water dripping from rooftops and onto the cobblestone. The night was cold, and in that desolate space, there was an unnatural silence, save for the occasional drip-drop.

Kneeling in the middle of the isolated alley was a young girl, barely past her teenage years. Her blue eyes, glittering with unshed tears, were locked on the scene before her—a nightmare she could not escape. The rain had drenched her clothes, making her hair, long and black, cling to her skin as it stuck to her face and back. Her lips quivered as her gaze swept over the bodies sprawled before her, lifeless, soaking in pools of their own blood.

It was... a massacre.