Deep in the forest, a massacre of unprecedented brutality was unfolding.
Corpses lay strewn haphazardly throughout the settlement formed by tents covered in a distinctive spiral-patterned design.
This had once been the warm home of a minority clan, but now it had become a living hell.
The elderly, women, children, girls, and boys... no one had been spared. They had all fallen into pools of blood.
"Ah~ What beautiful eyes. I'm going to make beautiful dolls out of them."
A gloomy-looking man casually threw the tortured, horribly wounded girl in his hands onto the ground.
Her once lovely face now had only two empty eye sockets. Blood dripped from them in an unbroken stream, like beads from a snapped string.
In front of him lay a man's corpse. His face was frozen in an expression of rage and savagery, as though that expression had been carved into it and would never fade.
The gloomy man extended two fingers and ruthlessly thrust them into the corpse's eye sockets, digging out another pair of eyes.
"So beautiful!"
He let out a perverse sound that made people tremble.
Without a doubt, he was enjoying this operation more than anything.
His companions were carrying out the same cruel deeds in every corner.
Outside one of the tents, a man dressed in spiral-patterned clothing was waving a blade in his hand, stabbing the corpse beneath him again and again in a frenzy.
Beside him, a woman stared wide-eyed, terror and fury mingling in her gaze as tears streamed down her face.
"You... What have you done!" she roared through clenched teeth.
Nearby, a blond, baby-faced man was playing with his phone. As if controlling a game, he replied absentmindedly, "Can't you tell? I'm controlling him in battle."
"You're desecrating his corpse! Why? Stop it!" the