The arrival of Konrad's group didn't kindle any reaction within the tribe whose members formed a succession of circles around the center where sixteen poles stood erect with men tied on them.
As fire rose from the bottom of the pole to the base of those men's feet, the smell of charred flesh mixed with that of blazing smoke, stretching throughout the encampment while screams echoing the victims' dread thundered.
Clearly, they weren't the first round.
Witnessing this scene Else shook her head.
"The practice of human sacrifice yields no benefit for non-infernal cult members. Those tribal fools have no idea that the entirety of their sacrificial offerings only serves to fuel the Infernal Cult's merit reserves.
You'd think that after one-hundred thousand years of nothing, they'd get the hint."
