Chapter 21: Funeral
"What is happening?"
Ragnar was shocked to see several people gathered around the storage house. From his current distance, he could see their worried expressions.
’Did that ugly Monsterborn attack again last night? Did he forget to cover his tracks?’ he wondered.
Curious to find out what was actually happening, he quickened his strides and arrived at the storage house.
"Ragnar, thank the ancestors, you are here." An old man spotted him and greeted.
Ragnar nodded and asked, "What is happening? Why is everyone gathered here this morning?"
"It would be better if you saw this for yourself," the old man said in a solemn tone.
Ragnar hummed and strolled to the front of the crowd, where the cause of their gathering lay bare before his eyes.
The corpse of a middle-aged man lay very close to the storage house—there was a ghastly wound on his stomach, and his clothes were soaked in his own blood. The eyes of the corpse were wide open, revealing trauma and horror.
’This is bad.’
Ragnar stepped closer to the corpse.
He squatted beside it as the metallic stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. He blocked his nose with his left hand and carefully observed the wounds.