Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 185: A Message In Blood.

Outside the Hollow Trust headquarters, Elara and the soldiers could not hide their shock as they listened to the miserable screams echoing from inside the building.

The sounds were relentless.

Desperate.

Agonizing.

Elara stood frozen in place, her body stiff and unresponsive. The soldiers, despite their training, could hardly believe what they were hearing.

Is this... what people become after returning from the Abyss? they wondered silently.

As soldiers, they had seen death before.

They had witnessed battlefield carnage, fought against abyssal creatures, and watched comrades fall in the line of duty.

They believed they had grown numb to it all.

But now, they realized how wrong they had been.

The brief moment earlier, when the hooded figures slaughtered the thugs outside, had already shaken them.

But what was happening inside the building...

That was something else entirely.

Something far more brutal.

Far more terrifying.

A massacre.

Is this still my brother? Elara questioned inwardly, her heart pounding violently against her chest.

She could not comprehend it.

When had her weak, sickly brother become someone capable of such cold, merciless killing?

The indifferent expression he wore earlier, when he watched the two hooded figures slaughter those men, replayed in her mind again and again.

It chilled her to the bone.

This was no longer the same brother who once lay helplessly on a bed, relying on her for even the smallest tasks.

This was someone else.

Someone terrifying.

Will he... kill me too? she thought suddenly.

Fear tightened around her heart like a vice.

For all the harsh words I said to him when he was sick...

Her body trembled.

Her thoughts spiraled out of control as she imagined one terrible possibility after another.

Then, the lobby doors burst open.

Thoren walked out.

His steps were calm.

Unhurried.

As if he had just finished a casual errand.

Behind him, the two hooded undead servants dragged two broken figures across the ground.

"Ah—!"

Elara and the soldiers instinctively recoiled when they saw them.

Their muscles stiffened.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

It was Alfred and Bernard.

Or rather, what remained of them.

Their bodies were drenched in blood.

Both their arms and legs had been completely destroyed. Every bone had been crushed into a shapeless pulp.

They could no longer move on their own.

"K-Kill... p-please... k-kill... me..."

Bernard’s voice came out in broken fragments as blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

One of his ears had been torn off completely.

Blood poured from the wound like a broken dam.

He groaned continuously, his voice filled with unbearable agony.

Alfred’s condition was no better.

A ghastly palm print covered his face, tearing away flesh and exposing shattered bone beneath.

Blood streamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

If not for the faint groans escaping his lips, one might have thought he was already dead.

Yet despite the horrifying scene, Thoren remained calm.

He walked past them without even glancing down.

Step by step, he approached the central jeep.

"We’re leaving," he said plainly. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

His tone was casual.

As if nothing extraordinary had just happened.

As if he had not just orchestrated a massacre.

The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.

None of them spoke.

They quickly turned and returned to their positions, silently following his command.

To them, Thoren was no longer just an awakener.

He was something far more dangerous.

Elara, however, remained standing where she was.

Her eyes were fixed on her brother.

Or rather, on the person who looked like her brother.

To her, the man before her was no longer the same Thoren she had known.

He felt like a stranger.

No...

Like a devil wearing her brother’s face.

"Are you not coming?" Thoren asked, glancing at her.

"Ah!"

Elara flinched in shock.

She stared at him for a moment, her lips trembling slightly.

Then, slowly, she dragged her feet toward the jeep.

I’m dead, she cried silently in her heart.

Moments later, the military convoy roared to life and departed from the Hollow Trust headquarters.

It drove out of the district and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

Not long after the convoy left, a small crowd began to gather in front of the building.

Curiosity and fear drew them closer.

"My goodness... they butchered everyone..."

"How could anyone do something like this?"

"This... this is pure evil..."

The crowd stared at the building in disbelief.

Some people covered their mouths in horror.

Others turned away, unable to look at the carnage inside.

A few minutes later, police sirens echoed in the distance.

Several patrol cars arrived at the scene.

Leading them was a middle-aged woman with a stern expression.

She stepped out of her vehicle and frowned deeply as she approached the building.

"What the hell happened here?" she muttered.

The thick stench of blood hung heavily in the air.

It was suffocating.

As the police arrived, the crowd quickly retreated, giving them space.

The officers cautiously entered the building.

The moment they stepped inside, they froze.

Shock spread across their faces.

The scene before them was beyond anything they had imagined.

Severed arms and legs were scattered across the floor.

Internal organs lay exposed, splattered in every direction.

The walls were stained with blood.

The floor was soaked in it.

The entire building looked like a slaughterhouse.

The middle-aged officer stood still for a moment, her expression darkening.

When she first received the report about an attack on the Hollow Trust headquarters, she had assumed it was a minor conflict.

Perhaps a gang dispute.

But now, she realized the truth.

This was not a simple attack.

This was a massacre.

A complete and deliberate extermination.

Who did they offend? she wondered silently.

Whoever had done this was not just sending a message.

They were making a statement.

A terrifying one.

Not a single corpse was intact.

Every victim had been brutally mutilated.

Many were barely recognizable.

The level of violence displayed here...

It was beyond anything ordinary criminals were capable of.

"Secure the perimeter," she ordered firmly.

"And begin a full investigation."

Her voice echoed through the blood-soaked lobby.

Meanwhile, far from the scene the news of the massacre spread rapidly.

Within a short time, it reached the upper echelons of Suncrest City.

Unknown to the public, many influential individuals and organizations had already begun making their moves.