Isolation Zone.
In an altar within a certain valley.
Bone, flesh, and unknown evil entities.
These things were piled together, forming a giant altar.
"No! Don't! Save me!"
A rat screamed, but it was all in vain.
The large rat grabbed it like a chick and threw it directly into the altar.
A shriek followed.
Amidst the intense screams, the rat dissolved.
Turning into yet another pool of blood on the altar.
Only then did it become apparent that a large number of rats were tied up around, injured, missing limbs, or unable to walk.
The wounds on them were fresh, as if inflicted not too long ago.
These rats shouted and struggled frantically.
From their cries, it could be inferred that they had just been sent here from the battlefield, becoming part of the sacrifice as they watched their fellow rats turn into blood.
Among the rats, there was no kindness for their kind, no pity for the valorous rats broken in battle.
