Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3230 Dealing with the Aftermath

"General, about what we found down there..." One of the Aerial Legion soldiers hesitated, his voice trembling, his pale face betraying the horrors he had witnessed.

Before joining the Aerial Legion, these soldiers had mostly performed menial tasks under the Gloam Division and had never ventured into its dungeon. Now that they have, what they found nearly made them vomit. The dungeon was filled with dark, dried blood, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of rust and decay. The pits were nearly filled with the bodies of civilians, their identities unrecognizable due to the brutality inflicted upon them.

Aelion said nothing, choosing instead to walk directly toward the dungeon.

As they descended into the dimly lit tunnel, the stench of rust and decay became overpowering. But Aelion's expression remained unchanged, his voice calm as he ordered, "Light the torches."

Immediately, several Aerial Legion soldiers ignited their torches, illuminating the entire passageway. The sight was sickening-blood splattered the walls and floor, a mix of dried and fresh stains creating a slippery surface underfoot.

"How many Gloam Division members are still at large?"

"According to the registry, there are still a few thousand members unaccounted for, sir, including the strategist, Rocco. The rest have been apprehended."

Aelion nodded slightly, his pristine white cloak gradually stained by the blood on the floor as he continued forward.

cells, creating an eerie silence. Civilians, their bodies battered and broken, were

if they have any surviving family. If they do, have their relatives take

gravity of Aelion's words weighed heavily on the soldiers, who quickly moved to carry out

...

returned to the hotel where his group was staying, his arms hanging limp and dislocated. Maurice, who

seeing Mortimer's arms, Maurice was shocked. "Mr. Zedler, what happened

other wealthy merchants from their sleep, and they quickly gathered, their concern growing as they

nothing. I was

care of some business. I

my arms were dislocated. I'll set them back in

possibly injure a grandmaster

to

his tone grave. "No doctor. My injury must remain secret. The one who hurt me was Aelion Tarian, the General-in-Chief of the Aerial Legion. His appearance is androgynous; if you ever encounter him, stay far away and do not provoke him under any

red-lit listening device was hidden under the