The circular chamber was immense, larger than the throne room, larger than any of the halls they had walked through. High walls curved upward into a dome that shimmered with faint veins of pale-blue mana. But none of them looked at the architecture.
In fact, the architecture was the last thing on their minds, and their attention all immediately locked onto the floor.
Lilian froze first, breath catching in her throat as she saw what lay before them, "What… what is this?"
The entire chamber was filled with bodies. Thousands, maybe even Tens of Thousands of bodies.
None of these bodies were fresh corpses, nor were they dried husks. Instead, they were remains, remains of persons who had long since died, skeletal figures slumped in massive piles, and all sprawled across the cracked tiles, pinned against the walls and collapse over one another.
