Valeriana and Zayne stepped into the dilapidated main building. The air was heavy, thick with ash and the lingering smell of burnt flesh.
Outside, the knights were already fanning out under Valeriana's command—searching every building, every ruined hall, and every gateway other than the one Zayne and the adventurers had come from.
Inside the corridor, what was once a majestic structure was now a graveyard. Bodies of black-masked men lay sprawled across the cracked floors, walls stained dark with soot and blood.
Valeriana slowed her steps when she caught sight of an open room. She stepped closer and froze. The scene inside made her stomach twist—corpses of the victims, people who had been experimented on. And among them, bodies of black-masked men, brutally cut down.
Zayne glanced at her from the side. "Yeah… these are the ones who were doing the experiments. Those three adventurers killed them."
Valeriana clenched her fists. Her voice dropped low. "These people… children too…"
