The old and worn staircase, even though the two were cautious, still creaked loudly, indicating that this mansion had been abandoned for years before the shaman arrived, and had fallen into disrepair.
Upon reaching the second floor, the sight flooded their eyes, making even Arsia shiver slightly.
And Eden's pupils shrank sharply.
On the second floor, corpses were strewn about haphazardly along the corridor; the blood on the ground had dried up, turned black, and emitted a foul stench. They seemed to have been dead for a long time, yet also appeared as if they had just recently died.
Judging from their attire, Eden surmised that most of these were shamans from the last of the Shaman Association, as their garments differed little from those of the corpse in the study.
"Did they... all die because they deciphered the Gift Scroll?"
Eden thought to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.