In the center of the clearing stood a platform constructed from black stone that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The platform was circular, easily fifty meters in diameter, and raised about three meters off the ground. Wide steps led up to its surface from all four cardinal directions.
Levi's eyes changed the moment he saw what covered that platform.
Blood. Everywhere.
Not fresh blood from recent battles, but old blood that had soaked into the stone over what must have been years of use. The entire surface was stained a dark brownish-red, the color of dried blood that had been layered upon itself countless times. In some places, the blood was so thick it had formed a crust, like dried paint that had cracked and peeled.
But worse than the blood were the remains.
