In the chaotic underground space, inside the deep pit.
A pile of small children's bones were scattered like trash. Even without muscles or blood, it was clear that these kids had suffered a lot before they died, and their bodies were twisted in strange, painful ways.
At the top of the pit, there was a skeleton. Its pale phalanges were stuck in the gaps of the palm bones.
Johnnie also saw a slightly bigger skeleton, in a hug, holding a smaller one tightly in its arms.
He didn't know what had happened here, why there were so many human children's remains.
Skye's eyes were filled with anger. He swung his axe and sent the huge Broodmother flying back.
"Did you see those tiny black cracks on the bones?" Skye looked back at Johnnie.
Johnnie looked again carefully and did spot the faint black lines on the bones.
