The bodies scattered on the cold, blood-slick floor were being carefully examined by Rune. His crimson eyes narrowed as he leaned closer, his gloved hand hovering over a corpse's chest. He noticed the gaping, blackened holes where their hearts should have been.
"They're not vampires," he murmured to himself, frowning. "If they were, their bodies would've crystallized by now."
Serf knelt beside him, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the corpses. His gaze flickered to Rune. "Anything worth my time?"
