Logan and Asher stood their ground, facing the eerie assembly of elders who opposed them. Their expressions were void of humanity, their presence unsettling. It was as if they had been stripped of their souls, leaving only hollow shells behind.
"Should we attack them? Or... are they still human?" Logan asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. His grip tightened around his staff as he surveyed the unmoving figures before them.
Asher shook his head, a grim expression forming on his face. He could sense it—these were not humans, not anymore. "Kill them? These people died long before we arrived. What stands before us now are husks, puppets controlled by a mind we have yet to find. We need to locate the source."
