The clearing was thick with the smell of blood dripping down from Syl's spear, and from every weapon wielded by the Followers.
Akane frowned, noticing one of the Followers acting strangely.
'Huh?' Syl was just as confused when she noticed.
Unlike the others, this particular Follower wasn't in a fighting stance. Additionally, the look in his eyes was completely different than that held in the eyes of the other Followers.
He was crying. Sobbing. Tears were profusely going down his face.
His violet-tinged eyes gleamed as he raised his dagger.
"My heart weeps for my fallen comrades, my brethren," he said in a quiet voice. "For the High Priestess, we must accomplish our goal. By showing devotion, we shall all be reunited in the world to come, through our Lord and Savior Azaroth."
The other Followers froze. Their breathing quickened, their eyes glistened.
'Azaroth?' Syl and Akane thought with raised eyebrows.
