Rowan spent hours walking slowly through the fields of bodies, observing how they all died, he should have passed more than three hundred thousand dead bodies at this point, all impaled at the torso and staked to the ground, and with the meticulousness of this act, he inferred that this was not the work of many people but of a single person. He could detect the touch of a singular consciousness dictating this slaughter, despite the savagery of it, there was a constant note of sadism that was eerie.
With all the madness and horror he had seen over the years, he was not surprised that something as virulently evil as this was dwelling inside of him.
The bodies all appeared to be in the same condition, all savaged beyond common sense with their entrails mostly hanging outside their bodies, and their blood drained from their bodies to cover the earth, making his two legs as he walked through the field of bodies to be covered with red up to his knees.
