Chapter 253 - The Ark Of Bas.e.m.e.nts

"A place to store dead bodies. They are usually large rooms with metal boxes all around the walls. Like drawers in the wall. Bodies are being preserved there for further studying or identifying causes of death. Very cold in there, so humans don't linger there for long," explained Bryan.

"You are correct, those two had large bas.e.m.e.nts as well. To house the ones who fully became Husks," said Ysabeau.

"Why did you keep them? You could have easily killed them off?" asked Gab, scratching his head.

"Bas.e.m.e.nts, otherwise known as dumping grounds. You cannot deny this. High Queen. You housed the damned since you can't kill them. What a way to send them off," scoffed Bryan with clear disgust in his voice.

"They could only be killed Valkyrian Light. We had no way to turn them back. Or any way to kill them."

"Don't lie to us!" yelled Bryan, shocking everyone.

"The Husks can be killed by other Elements. It just needs to be more powerful. Only the pure-blood Husks are impossible to kill. The Human Husks are nothing. Don't you dare lie to them! Why did you house the Human Husks in the first place?!" shouted Bryan, angrily.

Mavislin was shocked, the Slayer was right. When they had to fight the Husks in the village, Ashley and Bryan did not use any Valkyrie power at all. Yet, they'd manage to take down the converted horde.

Thus, this begs the question. Why was the Congregation housing the Human Husks? Ysabeau silence terrified Mavislin while angering Bryan.

Had Mavislin not hold him back, the Slayer would have nearly punched her right in the face. And that might just spark a brawl.

"I'm sure she has an explanation! Calm that hot head of yours before you do anything rash!" commanded Mavislin.

"The Congregation took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in experimenting with Humans Husks. There was an abundance of it, am I right?" asked Gab, who had been quiet the whole time.

Ysabeau nodded slowly, unable to hide the truth anymore.

"No wonder I couldn't find my grandfather's remains. Maybe if we infiltrate the correct place, I can give him a proper burial. Like he and all the fallen ones deserved," said Gab, closing his eyes.

Mavislin felt Gab's Aura changed. Humans do not have Auras the same way Mages have, they have figurative Auras instead. However, their 'Auras' are determined by their emotions. How are they reacting, how are they feeling. Right now, Gab's Aura was intense.

He had the Aura of revenge and anger surrounding him. Mavislin felt conflicted, seeing the bubbly and funny man giving an Aura with the intent to kill. Gab is a family man, with his loving wife and baby. Charisma and one-year-old Kai.

"You treated the fallen ones like trash, dumping them into masses. Leaving them to huddle and die in the worst condition possible. Not even giving them the respect they deserved to put their lives on the line to save others. That's how you repay them," said Bryan, darkly.

Mavislin was still holding Bryan back. She had the thought of putting them to sleep for a bit but she felt that was just cushioning Ysabeau's scolding. Mavislin had to think about it.

"What do you think the human life is, huh? Some disposable thing? That's why I hated the older generation of the Mages. They didn't care about the occupants of this world. Because of people like you, the future generation like us had to wage war and hate with your offspring," added Bryan.

"Hell, if it hadn't been for Mavislin's wish for Humans and Mages to live alongside each other... You'd be chowing down on all of us right now," said Gab, pointing his index finger towards Ysabeau.

"But she was roped into this. She didn't do voluntarily, right?" asked Mavislin, trying to quell the situation.

"The same way we taught our younglings to fear the Mages, you taught your underling to side with you. I feel sorry for Mavislin who believes in you," said Bryan, patting Mavislin's head.

"I'm not being taught to be like this. I just know she isn't like this because I've seen her respecting the fallen," protested Mavislin.

"That's how you were being brought up. I am blaming you," said Bryan, smiling softly.

"Don't underestimate me. Do not feel sorry for me. If she has done the crimes, then I will know how to feel about the situation. Even I have things I've done that I am not proud of. Don't think I'm brainwashed by her, I have my own judgement."