'The Oracle is controlling him somehow, I need to save him.' Edward thought.
His best friend couldn't be the one responsible for all these innocent deaths, there must be a reason and he thought it was the mind control of the Oracle.
Rammes was on the edge of destruction with an uncountable amount of deads. The undead didn't give a break, attacking everyone on their path and leaving nobody alive.
No matter how much they ask for mercy or salvation, they had to die. Zelhart cried while doing everything until his tiers turned into blood and an ugly smile appeared on his face; it was so much blood that he had to take the helmet off.
All those screams, most people on this place that joined the Blood Temple have done without making a human sacrifice so they were not that bad when compared to the others.
Edward saw Zelhart on the ground and came to him.
