Chapter 58
If the man running toward his burning village knew what the little baby was thinking, he would have been even more convinced that the child was a devil.
But he did not think about that.
He could not.
His entire focus was on reaching his village.
It cannot be them. Right?
His heart raced.
It cannot be the scavengers. Right?
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
No.
Please no.
He begged. He prayed to every god he knew. Even the ones he had only heard about in old folktales.
But his prayers were never meant to be answered.
He burst past the final line of trees and stepped into a massive clearing where his village once stood.
What greeted him was not the peaceful place he knew.
It was hell.
Instead of children laughing and running around, mutilated bodies lay scattered across the ground. Some children were already dead. Others were still alive, gravely wounded, crying beside the corpses of their parents.
