Chapter 61. Will It Change Anything?

It was a massive cave, dimly lit, packed with carcasses of various races of demon, human, beasts, and monsters. Each one was stuck on the cave walls in a strange but organized manner as if nailed to the wall like toys for display.

The corpses were dressed neatly and kept well.

The wintry wind blew, whistling through the maze-like path of the eerie cave, making the corpses' clothes flutter with blood-curling rhythm.

The mist and dewdrops had been clustered on the rocks and walls giving another outrageously horrible touch to the stomach churning scene.

Fresh blood filled the place as it flowed out of many corpses and slid down the walls slowly. It dropped to the floor and in the puddles of it; its soft sound echoed in the closed space like the thumping of many hearts.

Shwet trembled in rage and concern as he stayed still while Little Doll shared her memories with him.