The gunshot tore through the sky, faces smeared with blood and shock fell into the mud, as a group of Clerics with ferocious smiles delivered the final blows to their comrades.
"Hurry up and finish the cleanup, we still have serious matters to attend to."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The Clerics who had killed their comrades shrugged their shoulders at Jelas with a grim face, quickening their slaughter with eerily precise smiles.
"What... what is going on?! Have you guys sold your souls to demons?! To betray your faith and comrades like this...!!!"
A Cleric roared out, but was met with the sound of a gunshot; falling slowly to the ground with confusion and a hole in his forehead.
"Faith?"
"Comrades?"
"If posing as the holy madness is faith, and the pitiful bugs that cannot survive without huddling together are comrades, then this world really does need a savior to save it."
