Birosius' eyes were filled with insanity, the area where he stood had been greatly altered.
All sorts of strange and unusual creatures had manifested in this place, all of which had one thing in common: they were lacking something. All the humanoid creatures either lacked a pinky finger or half of their tongue.
After Birosius had hunted enough fingers, he was unable to hold himself back from reaching his truth.
Putting the ideas and thoughts that were constantly plaguing his mind into practice, personally acting each of them out and confirming them all bit by bit, only then would his nearly-destroyed irrational mind be eased somewhat.
Birosius was a common serial killer, an ordinary evil cultist, a regular deviant, and an overall regular man with mundane thoughts. Throughout his entire life, the number of books he had read couldn't have surpassed 10, which was relatively high for a citizen of Lohr.
