Kaoreish quickly found the first corpse.
It was a scrawny civilian, sprawled across the cover of a drainage well, his neck completely torn open.
Clearly, the wound had not been caused by any weapon. Kaoreish knew of only one thing capable of inflicting such damage.
Kaoreish knelt beside the body, futilely trying to find some crucial trace.
In the end, he found the evidence he sought on the corpse's chest and looked toward Ur.
"A demon."
Kaoreish had clashed several times on the battlefield with the horrific creatures summoned by the Blood-Worship Cult. It seemed they were fated to cross paths many more times.
"Are we butting heads with this thing again?"
Hagrid loudly voiced his thoughts.
Ur did not answer, but his expression grew increasingly grave.
He holstered his pistol and instead drew his close-combat weapons.
One was a finely crafted triangular dagger, supposedly made from some material capable of warding off evil spirits, one of the rewards Guk had given Ur. The other was a curved chopping blade, specially meant for dealing with tough targets.
"Are you sure it's a demon?"
Ur asked Kaoreish directly.
"His heart was ripped out, and every drop of blood was evaporated. Those are obvious signs of a demon summoned by the Blood-Worship Cult. More importantly, there's a brand on his chest, which means he was already a sacrifice while he was alive."
Kaoreish pointed at the dark-red blasphemous symbol on the corpse's chest and gently shook his head.
"To control those demons and keep them from killing the summoners first, the Blood-Worship Cult prepares sacrifices so the summoned creatures can have a full meal. As for what type of demon was summoned—sorry, I don't know."
"There are more bodies."
A special-ops boy spoke up. He was standing before a room resembling a