Chapter 101: The Unforgettable 9th Day(2)
The wind whispered through the ruins of Mirrors, or atleast what used to be the town of Mirrors.
Broken stone, splintered wood, and pools of dark, congealed blood were draped across the landscape like twisted decorations.
What should’ve been a gentle breeze felt ominous, as if carrying the anguished echoes of those who had perished.
Steve’s boots pressed into the soft, blood-stained earth. Every sensory warning screamed at him to look away—yet he couldn’t.
His gaze anchored on the ground as if in denial—until something tugged him upright. A breeze brushed past his cheek, rustling fallen leaves and stirring a low hum in the air that was somehow alive.
And that’s when he saw it: flickers of motion out of the corner of his eyes, distant yet suffused with a dreadful purpose.
He looked up. Every pair of eyes around — The Rookie Magic Guards, as well as the B-Rank Magic Guards —had grown wide with terror.
They stood frozen, voices hushed, breaths caught in throats as they all gazed upon the dreadful scene in disbelief.
Steve stepped forward. And that’s when he saw it- the head.
Staked into shattered pieces of rubble upon a pool of blackened blood, the head was grotesque—a tableau of violence. The jaw was dislocated, smashed inward. Several spikes of bone jutted from the skull as though someone—or something—had impaled it. The eyes, wide open, were vacant but unrelenting; the eyeballs still held something of exasperation, but without a doubt, it was utterly unrecognizable.
But still, the fine tone of the hair which cascaded freely upon the spike gave an ever so familiar feeling for Steve, and upon realizing it, he stumbled slightly.