Inside the wood-and-stone castle of Wolf Creek Territory, several hundred corpses had been piled together.
On either side of the castle, several Inquisitor Knights stood back to back, keeping watch over their surroundings.
In the center of the square, Alva raised his staff and gently brought it down. A white radiance spread outward from him.
The rotting skin of over thirty adventurers and mercenaries, tortured beyond human recognition, was restored, while flesh regrew over the severed ends of their limbs.
Listening to the beat of each heart, Alva slowed the pace at which he cast his divine spell.
On the cold floor, a youth opened his eyes and stared blankly at the heavy clouds.
He remembered that he should have been in that pitch-black dungeon. How had he ended up here? Could those Cultists be preparing a sacrifice?
Amid scattered noises, some of the adventurers regained control of their bodies and slowly sat up.
At the sight of the mountain of corpses, most of them wore expressions of grim satisfaction. Only a few remained utterly numb.
"Psychological trauma?"
Looking at those dazed young people, Alva murmured softly.
Divine spells could not heal this kind of injury.
"My lord, we captured two suspicious individuals." A Silver Intermediate Inquisitor Knight quickly approached Alva, thumped his chest in salute, and reported respectfully.
Alva turned to the Silver Intermediate Inquisitor Knight and ordered, "Bring them here."
"Yes."
Before long, two disarmed youths were escorted before Alva by four Inquisitor Knights.
After sweeping his gaze over them, Alva shook his head and said, "There really are many Cultists along the border of Kadlo Province."
At those words, the two youths who had been feigning composure immediately went limp and collapsed to the ground. Their faces turned pale, and the light vanished from their eyes.
"Take