While the residents of Brightspire District trembled in fear and hid within their fortified homes, the situation inside the Silas villa had already descended into absolute chaos.
Thoren and his undead servants had breached the mansion.
In their wake lay a gruesome trail of destruction.
Blood painted the marble floors in thick, dark streaks.
Severed limbs were scattered across the courtyard.
Arms.
Legs.
Heads.
And mangled organs lay strewn about like discarded refuse.
It was a scene so horrifying that any ordinary person would have retched at the sight alone.
Yet the remaining elite guards showed no such reaction.
Fear had long overridden grief.
They did not stop to mourn their fallen comrades.
They did not hesitate.
They rushed inside the villa, slamming the reinforced doors shut behind them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted once more.
The guards emptied their magazines toward the advancing undead servants, their hands trembling as they fired wildly.
