Bab 74: Zeorando and the fancy steam engine

We went out. My body didn't want to move but we had no choice. The pace was slow and the stairs were like a death sentence. But at least I was being useful in my own eyes. The town didn't look as busy as the day I came. There was still a faint smell of blood and rot in the area. It made tears well up in my eyes thinking all of that might have been my fault for being here. But according to those demons this time it wasn't my fault. So I had at least some consolation. However the dead won't come back and since part of it was my fault, I just couldn't rest easy.

"What happened to the people of the slums?"

"They were all… gone." Gorgan's voice stuttered for a second.

"I see." I already knew it was something like that. The three siblings had died right in front of me. The rest weren't so lucky either