The bodies were dismembered, as if they had been repeatedly crushed or ripped apart by some massive, blunt instrument.
Crude, gaping wounds revealed the bone beneath. Guts and dark red blood were splattered across the floor, forming a pool of filth.
Several limbs were twisted into unnatural shapes, some even brutally ripped off, leaving behind jagged stumps.
The heavy stench of blood was faintly tinged with a foul, bestial odor.
If not for the few features he could still make out on their faces, Roland would have found it hard to believe these had once been human bodies.
A suffocating, dead silence enveloped the entire hall.
The overwhelming stench of blood was like a viscous shroud, weighing heavily on everyone's chest.
The usual din of conversation and clinking mugs had vanished. All that remained was a tense, profound silence, broken only by the occasional harsh, stifled breath or the soft scrape of a weapon against leather.
