Logan nodded slightly and stepped onto the high ground.
The earth beneath his feet was hard and dry, a sharp contrast to the muddy swamp all around.
Yet, this place was filled with a nauseating, dead silence.
A faint, yet unmistakable, wave of devouring rule energy hung in the air.
Logan scanned the ground, his pupils tightening slightly.
Thirty human bodies lay scattered across the high ground, all wearing blood-red Church standard robes.
The corpses were completely shriveled, as if their flesh, blood, and souls had been drained away entirely.
Only loose, flaccid skin remained, wrapped around bleached white bones. The sight was truly tragic.
Violet followed Logan onto the high ground. The moment she saw the bodies, her face turned pale.
Her body began to tremble involuntarily. Her eyes filled with horror and disbelief. "This is the mark of a Devourer's feeding," she whispered.
"How did someone from the No. 47 Restricted Zone get into the neutral zone?"
