"Everyone… let's prepare a proper burial for the poor souls who suffered at the hands of the Coalhearts."
Lucien's voice was steady as he led them to the place where the pile of bones lay.
The moment their eyes fell on the chilling sight, the brainwashed group froze. Wrath surged inside them once more.
The anger they thought had settled deep inside them roared back to life, fiercer than before.
Their jaws tightened.
Their fists clenched.
Their breaths grew heavy.
Then—
A cry split the silence.
"No! It can't be… No..."
A woman broke from the group, dashing toward the basement. Tears blurred her sight as she stumbled, tripped and fell.
Her body trembled yet she forced herself up each time.
Again and again. Refusing to stop.
Her desperate figure drew every gaze.
At last, she reached a section of the pile. She froze then dropped to her knees and began digging.
