Chapter 115 — Possessed
Violet light glowed, and Cynthia and Lucian found themselves standing before their destination. Instead of looking ahead, Lucian’s gaze lingered on Cynthia, who appeared far calmer than usual. She had barely spoken to him, except when urging him to use teleportation.
"The king ordered the task to be executed as soon as possible. I trust you do not wish to disobey him," she had said.
Faced with her words, Lucian found nothing to counter her statement. Reluctantly, he agreed to her request, which felt more like a command.
His thoughts drifted as he recalled her expression the day before. Though it had seemed troubling, she hadn’t spoken to him about it, even when he brought it up during dinner and breakfast. Her silence only deepened his curiosity.
"Your Highness," Cynthia said, glancing at him. "We should move forward. There’s smoke rising over there. We might find people who can tell us what’s happening."
Lucian nodded and turned, signalling his knights to follow.
With swords in hand, the group moved closer to the village, leaving the tranquil waters of Lyac Lake behind.
Once they reached the village, a low gasp escaped everyone at what they were witnessing. The village houses were broken, its walls fallen on the group like mere pieces of rocks. The smoke Cynthia had seen didn’t come from a fireplace, but a human-shaped body, which seemed to have been burned. Blood-red liquid flooded the place as if it were a river of not water but blood. Bodies lay on the ground, motionless.
"W-We’ve arrived too late..." Glain whispered next to Lucian’s ear.
Familiar with the scene before him, Lucian stepped closer, the flashback of his past ten years on the battlefield rushing in his mind. It was no different than the battleground, sending chills down his spine. The scene he had left behind seemed to have followed him here as well.
"Wait a minute!" Cynthia grabbed Lucian’s hand, stopping him from stepping further.