The ground, the decrepit and crumbling village strewn with rocks, was littered with corpses.
The burning and twisted bodies curled up in the wailing, mad chant, their charred wounds leaking no blood, but flames from trembling souls converging into streams of crimson serpents.
The blood serpents meandered forward, chasing the figure ahead.
"Snap!"
Underneath the iron boots, flames burst forth the moment the sole contacted the ground, the blood serpents vanished in an instant, clearing an area.
The blood serpents knew no fear, merely blindly following the guidance of life, drawing near to the "Giants" before being extinguished with each step they took as flames erupted.
Lind, carrying the Carrion Queen's Broken Sword, strode forward, leaving behind twin rows of burning bloody footprints.
