Will's one-armed skeleton was found a way to be transported outside the city by his companions.
They did not choose to immediately notify the city guards, because strictly speaking, their Mushroom Worship Sect is an illegal organization, just like in gang wars no one would choose to call the police.
The morning breeze passed through the mushroom grove, fluttering the hems of their clothes.
Someone turned their face away, with shoulders silently shaking, while someone else stared hard at the skeleton, their eyes tinged red.
"Will, he," finally someone spoke, their voice choking in their throat, "he was such a good person, always volunteering to help everyone even with just one arm, never complaining, why does bad luck always fall on him?"
"Who did it?" Another voice rang out, thick with irrepressible anger, "Killing him wasn't enough, they even had to take all the flesh… all…"
He couldn't continue speaking.
"Unforgivable." Someone murmured softly, "We must find the killer."
