Blood soaked the withered trees, and shattered organs carpeted the ground. As far as the eye could see, they lay densely scattered, like sins congealed upon the earth.
The slaughter went on for a long time. It was only after more than an hour that the blood-soaked women regained their senses. By then, there were barely any intact corpses left on the ground.
There was nothing but pulp-like flesh mixed with the filthy soil. The stench of blood was so thick it seemed almost tangible, clogging every sense.
Asano Kiyoshi watched the scene, feeling a faint discomfort in his stomach. What happened next filled his heart with even greater bitterness.
After taking their revenge, some of the women still resolutely chose to smash their heads against the walls.
Did you know? When a head struck a wall, it burst like a watermelon, red and white matter spraying out and staining great swathes of the wall.
And quite a few women made that choice...
Asano Kiyoshi wanted to stop them, but in the end, an older-looking woman talked him out of it. She said to him:
"They died long ago. It was only the resentment toward their dead loved ones inside them that kept them going. Their bodies had long been filled with grievance and unwillingness. Now that it has dissipated, it is time to let them be free... Our lives are long, but for them, life has already lost all meaning. It is merely a prison without boundaries!"
Listening to the woman's words, then seeing the resolve and relief in the eyes of those choosing death, Asano Kiyoshi opened his mouth but could not say anything.
When the last woman willing to die fell, the blood at the scene had nearly dyed the entire land red. Asano Kiyoshi had the