A faint sigh lingered in Carlotta's heart.
While these people were fighting desperately here, they didn't even realize they were no longer their original selves, merely impressions left behind by gods. The real versions of themselves had likely long since faded into time, dust returning to dust, earth returning to earth.
"It's not like that."
The High Priestess shook her head, staring at the plaza. "These people probably didn't die from fighting among themselves. From my observations, they seem more like they were collectively slaughtered by some irresistible existence, killed by a terrifying being. If you look carefully, you'll see that all their wounds stem from the same kind of attack."
Upon hearing this, Carlotta examined them closely and realized it was indeed true. Her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
Who had struck and killed these people?
Was it someone from their own world, or was it the impressions of those lost worlds?
