The death screams of his comrades wove a symphony of slaughter, echoing through the vast, empty church.
One after another, mutilated bodies crumpled to the floor.
A severed head rolled across the floor, coming to a stop at his feet. Its eyes, still holding a flicker of consciousness, stared fixedly at his face, as if to ask, 'Why didn't you fight back? Why are you the only one alive?'
The utterly terrified new recruit cowered in a corner, clutching his head and screaming wildly.
Blood spread across the floor, soaking his clothes.
He thought he could faintly hear the satisfied laughter of an Evil God.
He thought he heard the merciless mockery of war itself.
'No... Lies, it's all lies—! This isn't an opportunity for glory and honor at all. This is... this is just a one-sided slaughter!'
'Grand Lord Kles's propaganda didn't lie after all. The Empire's Knights are cruel and bloodthirsty, and the Empire's rule is oppressive and merciless!'
