Kapitel 229: Shrouded Whisper (3)

With Lucavion's blade still dripping with the blood of the fallen thug, Valeria finally took a moment to glance around—and what she saw made her stomach twist. 

Bodies lay strewn across the inn, limbs sprawled and weapons clutched in lifeless hands, their faces frozen in expressions of fury, fear, or surprise. Blood pooled around them in the dark, spreading stains, painting the wooden floor in deep reds. The once-bustling inn had fallen into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint, metallic scent of blood filling the air.