Chapter 434: The Heresy of a Cult

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The far side of the palace had descended into chaos, a hellish landscape of fear and destruction. While the initial disaster struck the nobles and high-ranking officials, those in less protected areas—servants, craftsmen, and guards—became the first victims of the cultists' rampage. The corridors echoed with screams and the clash of weapons as the cultists unleashed their malice. I sensed the familiar, oppressive aura of evil energy lingering in the air. My stomach twisted as I realized the cultists were repeating their vile tactics, using their dark magic to mutate elves into monstrous versions of themselves. Worse still, they had already succeeded in transforming many. The infected elves were horrifying to behold—twisted limbs, flesh torn and mangled, their movements eerily erratic. They were no longer beings of reason but puppets driven by malevolent power, attacking indiscriminately. Like mindless zombies, they charged at anything in their path, sp