Mages from the City of Thousand Laws raised their magic wands and chanted spells. A clear magic image appeared before everyone.
It was a cocoon.
Every shadow was a giant cocoon wrapped in spider silk, numbering in the thousands, densely hanging upside down.
Moreover, those giant cocoons were all broken open, stained with blood, and inside each cocoon was an elf's corpse.
Their deaths were extremely gruesome, expressions of agony and ghastly grimaces. Their mouths and noses seemed forcibly torn open, and tiny bloodstained spiders crawled out from the corpses.
Everyone gasped in shock, even Rhea, seasoned in battle, turned pale and her pupils dilated.
"My god!"
"Oh Shanee..."
"What kind of fiend could do such a thing! To commit such a massacre in such a sacred place!"
"I, I know him, that was my friend, he was brutally murdered!"
Seeing this horror, the Silver Moon Elves were overwhelmed with grief and anger, some even retched on the spot.
