Chapitre 207: The Scourge Begins

"...It looks like we're too late."

Coughing from the unique, repugnant stench that filled the passageway through the mountain, Sora covered both his nose and mouth as he looked upon the trampled sight resting within the bowels of the rocky path. 

Bodies found themselves strewn about the passage, mauled and torn apart beyond identification--flies hovering their form in their opportunistic nature. 

"Yeah. I know she's usually pretty vague, but Beatrice really sent us in here blind...That or…"

"Or?"

Swatting a fly away from his ivory armor, Sora pushed Sirius for the answer he was keeping closely tucked behind his lips. Each step the man in heavy armor took, it sounded as if the stone beneath his heel was being reduced to sediment, taking care to avoid the puddles of crimson and flung flesh. 

"Or, Beatrice has grown dull in her senses…"

"Hmm, what makes you say that?"