Despite seeing war in all its forms, Arthur had to admit that the sight before his eyes was not for the faint of heart.
He had tried to stop the situation from escalating but the more he got involved, the more the situation spiraled out of control.
Those he had led now turned on each other like deranged beasts, slaughtering themselves without the slightest bit of hesitation.
It was terrifying, to say the least.
Realizing he had no chance at stopping this madness, Arthur did the only sensible thing he could think of; fall back.
He made his way to where he'd left Emily, hopeful that the young lady had not been affected by whatever insanity had gripped the people.
He had no idea what had caused though he had some clues most of which were pointed at the crimson Nighteye in the sky that seemed to have grown even more red since the last time he saw it.
