The merry flutes a-playing, beating drums and rhythmic crying.
Nagan then responded to the hopeful whimper of the Faceless God.
"And I too, want to preserve my everyday life with my family—my humility, dignity, and the little bit of sprinkle of happiness that I have." Nagan fueled the tainting crimson once again with his unnatural rage and hatred. But out of all things that he used to fuel his {Primal Wrath}, Saami isn't one of them. "Life has taken everything away from me, not once, not twice, but every time I acquire a fervent fuel that keeps the warm flame alive on this fireside corner of my heart."
At the same time, the Faceless God resonated through his words as if he was also speaking on Saami's behalf.
Like an ember that was suddenly lit inside a dark room, the gentle yet vicious encroaching swarm of crimson expanded its hue like the sole source of light upon the malignant darkness.
