"So brutal!"
Seeing the remains scattered all over the ground, Moira Johnson's eyes widened; she truly hadn't anticipated such a scene.
Previously, times had been more peaceful for everyone, and with the presence of the Daughters of Heaven in the Sect, others would have taken care of any issues beforehand—frankly, they had rarely seen blood.
Now, seeing those remains scattered all over, she felt nauseous on the spot.
"This is one of our Faction's disciples!"
Gabriella Graham saw a torn piece of clothing, and then the conditions of the bones, and commented.
Peter Brown, however, was used to everything and didn't think much about these things.
"White Wolf, coordinate with the Puppet to scout ahead."
With so many fierce beasts around, Peter Brown hoped to avoid encountering them if possible.
Having agreed, White Wolf and the Puppet dashed forward.
"Master, how could this happen?"
Moira Johnson was really unaccustomed to the changes here.
