Standing hip-deep in the stagnant river was an older, middle-aged man, his eyes closed in concentration. Around him, the corpses of Lightning Blood Hounds floated, their carcasses already rotting and emitting a grotesque stench that sank deep into the heart and made one viscerally gag.
It should have taken weeks, if not months, for creatures so powerful to reach such a state of decomposition. But if one had been there from the very start, they would have known that it took less than an hour.
Cold water would slow down the rotting of corpses, but stagnant, warm water? It was the exact opposite. Not only did it bloat corpses, separating the layers between their flesh and making them more vulnerable, but it also accelerated decomposition through the softening of flesh and the introduction of bacteria.
This man seemed to have tapped into this ability, but on another level entirely.
