บท 1192: The One Left Standing (6)

In a small village to the east of Pelian, near the border to Maqi.

"Silence," Skullius commanded, and the whimpering, sobbing and pleading around him ceased at once.

A series of corpses adorned in silver armour were lying around the group of innocents who were huddled together, chopped into several, leaking pieces.

The five hundred people standing behind Skullius in the damaged square right now, had been the recipients of constant protection by a few Stray Knights – dishonoured Knights – who had taken up arms to protect their homes. That privilege of theirs had ended quite unexpectedly when the Hybrid Luman appeared, however.

While this village could hardly be called 'heavily populated' by normal standards, given the status quo stemming from the Great Trembling, it certainly qualified. Most of the people here weren't locals, but poor souls who managed to find safety among the survivors in this village who had previously only numbered around a hundred.