"Jump!"
"All of you damn bastards, jump down quickly for your grandpa!"
Amidst a barrage of curses, seven or eight fierce, half-naked hulking men swung long whips made of human skin, frantically lashing at the crowd before them. The whip shadows danced violently, drawing out bits of flesh and blood.
The crowd at the back, whipped and bleeding, began to push forward in horror. More than a hundred people at the very front stood at the edge of a cliff, mere steps from the blood-red abyss below.
The frenzied pushing from behind caused those at the front to lose their footing, tumbling over the edge as if a storm of dumplings had descended from the sky. Screams echoed as they fell into the abyss, instantly swallowed by the blood glare.
These living sacrifices dissolved rapidly into blood and flesh upon entering the blood glare, becoming part of the surrounding blood haze.
Only skeletal forms remained, falling to the depths to become one with the White Bone Mountain.
