They believe that the torment of the flesh is the best kindling for the spirit's spark, only through more pain and stimulation will the firelight glow more vigorously... Every fanatic gradually dons shackles through systematic processes and rituals, shuts off the irrelevant, and pursues extreme pain and torture, brewing the seeds of disaster from the depths of consciousness, letting distorted ideas from Hell sprout from the soul.
It can be said that each one is a walking source of pollution, a living festering wound of the Abyss.
Once provoked, it would cause Hell's pollution across an entire neighborhood.
They lack a soul, possessing only twisted source substance, hence they are low cost, and precisely because of this, they are able to gather in such numbers...
At this moment, countless ascetics gather into formations like long serpents, silently praying and singing hymns, staggering out from the darkness.
Then, one by one, they meet with explosion and death.
