Radahn's Divine Tower was surrounded by rank upon rank of the Redmane Army. It looked serious.
Radahn was crouching, holding fragments of the Godskin Apostle's corpse in his palm. His trusted men in the Redmane Army had cleared these out. Even Jerren was absent. Radahn had originally wanted to bring Jerren, but Jerren had refused.
Jerren had said, "A Demigod's Divine Tower is an important place. Look at how excited you are-you can't even control your emotions. There must be something inside that matters a great deal to you. I'd better stay away. I still have matters to handle at the Combat Festival."
Everything Jerren had said boiled down to one thing: avoiding suspicion.
He didn't care what was going on with Radahn. After all, no one had told him about it in the first place. He had no interest in getting himself involved now, either. Getting in too deep would do him no good.
Radahn hadn't said anything more. After taking a faceful of Dragonbolt from Fortissax, he had finally regained some clarity. He hadn't even had time to pursue Fortissax, and could only ride Little Red Horse straight to the Divine Tower.
That was how he had come to see the Godskin Apostle's remains.
Radahn brought his emotions under control, his brow knotting as he studied the Corpse Fragments in his palm.
He said softly, "This isn't something human hands could do."
The cuts on the Godskin Apostle's Corpse Fragments were smooth and even, and almost every piece was the same size. It was as though they had been precisely calculated. It was downright absurd.
The knights beside him remained silent. No one dared respond.
"Neither the way they entered the Divine Tower nor the way they killed that monster was human." Radahn narrowed his eyes at the