The flames were lit once more.
They illuminated one excited face after another.
On the streets, burning carts lit up the gradually fading night. Flickering firelight reflected off shattered glass, and in those reflections, blurred figures ran through the dim glow, cheering and shouting.
As if dancing.
Celebrating the collapse of the towers and their hard-won victory.
"Judgment! Judgment! Judgment! Judgment!"
Amid the excited cries, bloodied shop owners were dragged from the malls, weeping and screaming. They struggled desperately and pleaded in despair, only to be ruthlessly thrown into the blazing bonfires.
Piercing screams rose and did not cease.
"Long live! Long live!"
The citizens, lost in madness, raised their hands and cheered, celebrating the deaths of those criminals who had hoarded and resold food supplies.
Whenever the flames in one place briefly subsided, the surging crowd would spontaneously gather around another fire that had sprung up elsewhere.
Like moths chasing flames, they moved in swarms, like tides and storm clouds, gradually covering this city steeped in chaos.
And at the crowded intersections, before the burning buildings, trucks still bearing the mark of Black Horse Industry had stopped before the masses. Followers in black robes scattered the reserves from their cargo beds.
Food, drinking water, meat, milk, and even more... guns, blades, ammunition, and fuel!
"Take it! Take as much as you want! Take it all!"
The followers raised loudspeakers and shouted themselves hoarse at the faces before them. "Eat to your hearts' content! Drink!"
"What has been bestowed upon you is the flesh and blood of The End Beast!"
The gaunt bishop leaned on his cane and roared at the beasts under his care. "**Walk the path you should walk, fight the battles you should fight, uphold the righteousness that is yours! When the final judgment descends, a crown