Darkness permeated the passageways. Even the Attilan Inhumans could not claim familiarity with this place. Even the other Kymellian Clan warrior with psychic talent could only offer suggestions based on hazy memories of being forcibly brought into the tower for mental examinations as a child. Though his advice was riddled with errors, neither Black Bolt nor the other Clan Allied Forces had any intention of blaming him. They had no time for that—after skirting around enormous pits filled with corpses and truly entering the spire, everything they saw and heard put them on edge. Mutilated Kymellian Clan civilian bodies lay scattered everywhere. Apart from the stench of blood and excrement, the air carried only the smell of some burned substance.
"Be careful. There was fighting here."
"Thanks, genius. We can all see that." The Rogue Clan warrior shot the Ghost Clan gunner a vicious glare. "Anything else we should know?"
The Ghost Clan gunner split its amphibian-like mouth into a grin, the corners stretching all the way to its ears. "The smell of propellant is almost identical to that from the weapon used by the intruder who attacked His Majesty. I can smell it. And these shell casings are just like the ones that fell from the tower back then." It glanced at Black Bolt, who nodded, confirming its assessment. "You know about this too, don't you?"
The Rogue Clan warrior snorted and impatiently folded his arms, which were covered in deep swamp-green fur.
As one of the few Ghost Clan warriors who used firearms rather than talons or other melee weapons, Lidossurige understood every type of individual weapon used during the Kree Empire's colonial era. That was exceedingly rare in Attilan—after the five clans of Attilan united, wars between Inhumans had ended, and those weapons were no longer analyzed,