Clusters of tiny orbs descended from the ashen sky, illuminating the somewhat dim atmosphere with their lustrous light.
The chaos continued, and dozens of people continued to hack away at each other. Their sole purpose was to commit murder and preserve the honor of their village. It was impressive how devoted a person could be to their town.
However, Arthur would refer to it as stupidity if he were here. The naivety portrayed by mindlessly fighting for something or someone that did not give two shits about them was immense.
As the clusters of orbs rose in the potency of emanated light, they split, scurrying to either side of each other. Then, they condensed while reproducing at a terrifying rate, eventually displaying signs of assuming a physical shape.
Gabriel and Feyright gazed emotionlessly at each other, their eyes determined.
