The door swung open, and the sight that assaulted Kigal’s eyes made her stomach turn, the ground spinning under foot.
She had expected the bodies of the serving staff, though it didn’t make their broken forms any easier to process. Blood was smeared across the polished stone floor. It looked almost deliberate, as if the strokes were coming together to form something greater, a macabre painting. She and Nergal hazarded a step out of the passage and into the megaron. Its pillars soared up towards the sky, supporting the roof that looked out over the one open wall, allowing the king to gaze down upon his city of Ekkur. From here the stench of bodies was but a hint on the wind, though the city itself looked almost pitiful. Despite its sprawling buildings and mighty walls, Ekkur’s crumbled str
