The hours that followed Stanley's departure was like a horror story, as carnage washed across the streets of the city.
People ran through the streets, some were fleeing… while others chased, horrid and gut-wrenching screams prevailed in the streets and alley ways, and even as one screaming victim was silenced, a hundred other screams constantly echoed to take their place.
The smell of blood pervaded the air, no where in the city was free from the gut-wrenching stench.
It sounded like pigs were being slaughtered in Lirian's ears, as he staggered his way through the streets.
"Shut-up," Lirian muttered under his breath as he kept a hand pressed against his temples, "It wasn't me… I-I-didn't-do-this," Lirian said to the voice in his head.
It was there again, threatening to cripple his mind and body, its intensity was greater than ever before, it refused to relent, from the moment those first bolts were fired it never stopped.
