At the same time, the whispers in their ears suddenly amplified in that moment of distraction.
It was as if a ghastly, tragic background music was being played to paint the hellish scene before them, pushing emotions to the extreme.
"Calm down!"
Zheng Yan Ying spoke in a deep voice, stepping forward.
She focused the searchlight on the charred, twisted human figure to confirm that it was thoroughly dead.
"It looks quite fresh, something that happened just in the last few days."
Lin Feng stepped forward, advancing to either side of the staircase, observing the traces of combat on the stairs as others did:
"It seems fire was more effective than gunfire; I should have bought a gas canister and used it with a flamethrower. Maybe it would have been safer to just burn our way through."
Zheng Yan Ying shook her head:
"Fire is useful, but it doesn't repel."
