A scene of massacre unfolded in front of Agatha's eyes. She saw mutilated bodies laid on the ground that were releasing a thick smell of blood. But she couldn't see the pool of blood as the den was poorly lit. She could find solace in the fact that the cultists didn't care about optimizing the visibility inside the den.
And it wasn't like she wasn't involved in this massacre. Her hands and her clothes were painted in the cultists' blood as well. She had to do her master's bidding after all.
Numerically, most damages were done by her master's demon beast. Reen's mere presence was enough to make the poor cultists freeze in their tracks. And then she would just take her sweet time digesting them up. But her killings would not leave any bodies behind.
