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Leaving behind the others to handle the barracks, the two knights descended into the depths of the fort. Shadows grew longer at the advance of Nicomede’s lantern, while Serenity’s torch cast a warm hue upon the corners and recesses of the bloodstained hallways. The massacre grew banal over the short walk; corpses no longer sparked any particular notice from her as she passed. Only a flicker of disgust as she passed over the contorted bodies of those who couldn’t even truly give their lives for the kingdom’s sake. It was tragic, to end like this. To end at the whims of an ancient artifact that even she hardly understood.

Whatever that artifact was, however, it was likely not here.

The fighting was subdued here, more suicides than anything else, as Thaln soldiers fled to escape the madness, only to be gripped by that same thing. Blood mixed with spilled wine here, conflict shattering barrels of drink and food and rendering them inedible. She picked through the corpses quietly, her exposed mien as unreadable as if it was hidden beneath the visor.

[b]“Ah, this one.”[/b]

She set her foot against the neck of one of the corpses, and applied pressure. A moment later, the cracking of the spine could be heard. For good measure, presumably. [b]“Shall we carry it back? Or does your magic include acids too, Sir Nicomede?”[/b]