A slaughterhouse for the living—this was the term that simultaneously manifested in everyone's minds. The shockingly gruesome scene almost rendered them incapable of thought, but Lancelot still noticed some strange details.
"Wait, something isn't right," his voice brought everyone's chaotic thoughts back to reality, "Look at the joints of those corpses..."
The group had only glanced at them before swiftly averting their gaze, barely observing those details. Reminded by his words, everyone immediately noticed the peculiarity; there were serrated, stitch-like fine lines at the joints of the corpses, and the way the chest, arms, and heads were joined together felt oddly uncoordinated, as if...
"These corpses have been assembled from limbs of different people!" the Elf Priest quickly concluded, with a tone filled with intense repugnance, "What a desecration! Why would anyone want to use..."
