A Dark Chamber

The scene behind the door was stomach-turning. The stench of the flesh rotting was filled to brim in that small room. It was as if someone walked into the butcher's room.

Milot took a step first, his vision in darkness was much better than Theo who, a beastmen trait. He witnessed the horror first-hand.

“Theo, how can there be someone alive in such a horrible room?” Milot covered his nose as a reaction before giving a good look around.

The look he soon regretted as the scene before his eyes was nothing less of a horror.

There were human corpses, they were distinctly human and not of beastmen. Most of them were in bad shape.

His eyes widened, even though he was a veteran fighter, this was too much to handle, especially watching the dead young people.

He was no deeper than two steps in the chamber, two steps that felt like a void as he turned around to throw up.

Theo, who was behind him, was confused by his actions. He hadn’t witnessed it yet.