"Everyone, calm down."
Palmer spoke, Ether spread, shining with pure brilliance, illuminating the dimly lit hold where rows of cells came into view. Behind the cold iron bars were Imperfects filled with fear.
The dagger arrived with the wind, swiftly cutting open the cell locks. The cell doors opened slowly, freedom was within reach, yet the Imperfects made no move. They huddled together, unsure of what Palmer had released them from before his arrival.
Palmer smelled a stench of blood and realized he seemed to have stepped on something sticky.
Palmer understood what the Imperfects were afraid of.
Looking down, a shattered corpse came into view, seemingly desecrated by beasts, completely chewed to pieces, beyond recognition. Even a professional like Palmer could not immediately identify the gender, identity, or age of the body.
