Chapter 495 - Reporting on The Massacre.

The weight of the sack was absurd for any ordinary person, but Kael carried it as if it were just another unimportant object, casually thrown over his shoulder. The thick fabric, stained with dried and fresh blood, trailed slightly behind him at times, leaving an uneven trail on the stone floor leading to the palace. The blood didn't flow dramatically, but steadily—heavy drops falling at irregular intervals, marking each step like a silent reminder of what lay within. The metallic smell was already perceptible even before he approached the gates, mingling with the damp morning air and creating a presence as impossible to ignore as Kael himself.