John's heart beat loudly within his chest from the burning rage he felt at the moment. While he was not a saint, he wasn't a monster who would kill innocents either. The amount of blood within the cauldron was staggering, and must have taken tens of thousands of human sacrifices to reach this level, if not more.
His hands were clenched tightly as he looked at the scene before him and listened to the wails of pain coming from those being sacrificed. John closed his eyes and calmed himself, before slowly opening them once more.
His face had once again returned to its former calm.
'I can't do anything about this right now. However, every single thing I learn about this sect increases my desire to destroy it. I will destroy it, and all those within it!'
