The Culling of the Voiceless was a vicious sight to behold, filled with falling innards, mangled viscera, and a growing number of dead bodies littering the Pit. And the onset of Kieran's vengeful rampage only contributed to the gruesome sight.
His eyes glinted with pure madness so potent the followers of the War and Flame faith cheered him on. At least, it seemed that way. All these children within the Pit were nameless, and as such, it was difficult—downright impossible—to distinguish who the cheers were aimed at.
Kieran wiped the warm blood from his face and swept his gaze filled with murderous fury across the battlefield.
'Kill them. It could all be so easy. Flay their skin, flay their muscles, obliterate their bones. They are children… and they are so weak. Oh, then again, you are weak too. Shame. All too weak.'
