"...What the fuck happened to you, brat?"
Zen found himself genuinely speechless.
The battlefield around him was already horrifying enough. Bodies of cultists littered the ground as a result of his own rampage through the hideout.
Yet somehow, the sight surrounding Fyodor was far worse.
Because the corpses around him were not casualties of battle.
They were sacrifices.
Zen's gaze slowly shifted toward the depths of the underground chamber. Only then did he realize the true nature of the dungeon hidden under the cult's base.
Rows of prison cells stretched throughout the darkness. And inside were occupied by a mix of corpses and the living. Men, women, children, there was no discrimination.
The victims varied in age, appearance, status, and background. The only thing they had in common was the terror visible in the eyes of those still alive. Many of the surviving prisoners immediately recoiled the moment their eyes landed on Fyodor.
