Everything in sight burned away as the fire spread rapidly. The sand melted into glass, and those who stood on it were fused to it while slowly incinerating. Screams and cries of men, women, and children reverberated throughout.
Was it just to slaughter them all? Was killing the young ones the optimal decision? Such questions did not enter Sylvester's thoughts, for they were unnecessary. The children were fated to be cannibals and perish in a fire he'd create one day. It was the decree of destiny to which they and Sylvester were bound.
The fateful meeting with Solis had made it clear. Every sinner is born with the fate to accomplish that sin. And if he kills that sinner, it's his fate to kill. Everything is decided before one even takes their first breath—even death.
