The air smelled of death as the three guys walked toward where their friend's body was lying lifeless.
"…he should've listened."
"…I don't even know what to say to his family after we're done serving as disciples."
"…now what should we do to his corpse?"
"…let's just… I don't even know."
Footsteps echoed, casting chills down the spines of the three Shadow Cult disciples.
"Take him to the cremation chamber," Yung Mai's voice echoed from behind the men.
All three men turned with saddened expressions toward Yung Mai and bowed.
Dust swelled in the air as both the black pillar and the corpse were raised from the floor.
The skin of the corpse got stretched like a tire when they tried separating the body from the pillar.
Yung Mai turned when he heard the men arguing with themselves.
"…Stop, you're destroying his skin!"
"…He's already dead, his skin is of no use now."
