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"Calmandes."
"Or you may call me the flame that destroys everything!"
Kassen was still lost in illusions, and the ogres seemed to have realized how to please their king.
They impaled corpses collected from the battlefield, friends and foes alike, on long spears and set them ablaze like torches, inserting them into the dry, cracked earth of the camp.
No one commanded them to do so.
But all of them made almost the same choice.
It was as if it were a collective unconscious act.
Or perhaps guided by some greater will...
After completing this ritual-like act, they quickly felt an inner joy.
Pain no longer seemed to be pain.
It was a medal bestowed by the gods.
An endless stream of power surged from the burning corpses, which they would use to continue fighting.
A voice in the depths told them—
The more they killed, the stronger they would become!
