Just to be sure, Azrael placed a hand over their chests. No heartbeat. Strange, judging by their condition, it didn't seem like they'd fallen to any attack. It was as if they had simply… aged to death.
'So sleeping in these houses caused you to age faster,' he mused, stroking his chin.
The houses themselves weren't monsters; at least he didn't feel them giving off any kind of Corruption. If he had to guess, this was the power of the King. After all, if one were to remember that before, the knights had been searching for more recruits, they would have been forced to search in the houses for any hiding people. So they just made it so that if one were to sleep in their own house, they would die of old age.
'Pointless, in a way,' Azrael thought. 'They were desperate for more hands. Yet killed them… Maybe the King decided if his people refused to obey, it was better for them to die.'
