Lind was not certain when he ran out of targets, but came back into focus at near the bottom of the quarry. His fists and arms were covered in blood and dust but none of it was his own.
He slowly looked around and saw the terrified faces of men, women, and even children shaking like leaves in the wind before him. He knew nothing he said would matter but he still spoke.
"Leave this place and head south. Never return." He was not shouting but his words carried and the older people did not even pause to pull the children away.
They did not need to be told to confirm his mercy after the brutal display. Lind knew he had lost himself during that madness. He calmed himself and centered his mind. Meeting the true Bastard had unsettled him but the revelation that the fog was his creation and he was to blame for the state of the world had shaken him more than anything.
