Asher sat stunned at the scene before him. He couldn't believe it; he dared not believe it. HE FUCKING DARED NOT.
In front of him were the corpses of the people he had just been talking to, the blood of those who had just been complaining that Malrik's soul-bound katana's ability was a secret.
The horror before Asher was simply too graphic. Before him lay various corpses. Rachael's corpse could be seen torn open, her eyes burst apart as the lower part of her face had been burnt off. Beside her was Olivia, the Eighth Moon, who seemed to have tried protecting her at the very last possible split second. She too had died, her corpse burnt to a crisp as her body could be seen sprawled over Rachael's.
