This was the only body they had seen, and its arrangement was nothing short of peculiar. The way the man's hand of the man was arranged on his chest was a sign of prayer to the old gods, and yet his palms were brought close to his belly, and those who were aware of what this meant knew that this was an old gesture to mock the gods.
"Anyone get a feeling that we are being fucked with?" a noble girl spoke, "This does not seem like actions from beasts."
"What I am concerned about is what killed him?" a boy asked.
No one could find a wound; there were no marks on his skin, no blood on his clothes, and no signs of struggle. It was as if the man had walked to this spot, arranged his hands on his body, and just… died.
"Check his Lumina pools," someone suggested.
