Kapitel 325: Thailon

The moment that Thailon had pushed the door, the scene that greeted him made his blood run cold. 

Blood was splattered across the walls, pooling on the polished marble floor. The room, once a symbol of Vaelric's power and authority, was now a gruesome tableau of violence. In the center of the carnage lay a body—or rather, what was left of one. Only the lower half remained, the torso and head missing entirely. The dismembered remains were twisted and grotesque, as though they had been savaged by something monstrous. 

Thalion's eyes widened in horror as he recognized the tattered, blood-soaked robes on the lower half of the body. 

"F-Father?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His legs felt weak, his chest tightening as the realization sank in. This mangled corpse… it belonged to Vaelric.