Kapitel 159: Rusra (III)

The only word that could describe the sight in front of the captain was carnage, a carnage out of battlefield. A naked old man was swinging his sword wildly at the desperate people, cutting down everyone in his path. Blood covered the ground, streaming through the narrow streets of the city, and the once-busy plaza, filled with market stalls, was now empty and stained in red. Bodies everywhere.

The guards who had left the wall didn't take long to reach the place of carnage, their steps slowing down with the sight of dozens of bodies on the strewn on the ground - "Lord! Stop!" - The captain shouted, but without the courage to get near the naked old man, who was furiously stabbing a corpse.

At the sound of his voice, the old man turned his head toward the captain and the dozens of warriors behind him. His movements seemed mechanical as he turned to stare at them.