"Close your eyes," Edmund said as he carried Primrose down the blood-soaked hallway.
Just as Leofric had warned earlier, Sevrin truly had to think about the massive destruction this battle had caused.
From the walls to the floor, there wasn't a single spot untouched by blood. Even though Primrose couldn't see it, she could still smell the pungent metallic stench filling her nose.
Although Edmund had told her not to look, a part of her was so curious that she opened her eyes slightly, only to be greeted by the most horrendous scene she had ever witnessed.
She had seen soldiers cut down bandits before, watched her husband rip apart the tiger tribe in the forest, and she had even killed two people herself. But nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to the horror before her.
Lifeless bodies were scattered across the floor, yet none remained intact. Their intestines spilled out of their stomachs like slaughtered livestock.
