Chapter 2625
Thick black smoke blanketed the sky over Linche.
Once-bustling streets now lay silent. The air reeked of burning flesh, blood, and decay—a stench so sharp it turned the stomach.
In the city’s southwest, flames still roared over a mass grave. The fire hissed and crackled, hungrily consuming what remained of the dead. Charred corpses twisted in unnatural shapes, and now and then, an unburned limb would roll out, its pale bones catching the light.
Matthias stood atop a slope, encased in protective gear, gazing down at the inferno below. His expression was unreadable.
There was no emotion on his sharp, angular face. He stared at the blazing pyre as if it were nothing more than a pile of dry grass being cleared—lifeless, meaningless.
The dark red bloodstains on his suit had long since dried, glinting strangely under the sunlight.