Chapter 64: The Burning of Elkshire

'I've never seen so much blood...'

There was a scream, then another, and his ears grew tired of the droning of the locusts' wings as they flew, hopping about and latching on to their victims. The scene was dark, the torment of the people on the blood covered streets only visible by the red light of the blood moon and the orangey glow of the crackling fires all around him.

He breathed in. His nostrils filled with the scent of blood and fire and smoke. He breathed out.

'Why?...