Kieran stared at everything with a distant gaze.
A cascade of hot blood continued to fall upon him, becoming a new crimson mask as he watched the Flame's petulant activity erupt across the Pit of Culling.
Every Voiceless was beginning to awaken characteristics of the Flame. Many experienced an extreme amplification of what already was because they gave their mind, body, and spirit directly to the Flame.
It was their lord and savior from this hellish fate, and they wanted to live. That was the promise the Flame made to all. Should the touched carry out its wicked desires… the Flame would ensure life.
That manipulative promise — full of veiled cunning — was enough to spur instant submission.
The Voiceless were children, after all — easy to manipulate thanks to their youthful naivety. And so, the children would become the Flame's wake. Wherever the Flame's War touched, a trail of Death, Destruction, and Blood followed.
