Chaos unfolded in the ruins of the village.
The attackers, who not long ago claimed to be the protectors of the land and its people, the practitioners and spreaders of the Holy Light, the warriors upholding tradition and order, were now nothing but a band of ravenous, nearly insane bandits.
Hunger makes one weak, leading to death, but before it fully exerts its power, it can drive one in another direction: madness and brutality.
Wright didn't know how many attackers there were; he only sensed that behind each ruin, every fence beyond the village, even in the distant grass and behind the earthen mounds, were enemies. Frenzied and almost joyful shouts came from all directions, their voices carrying no hint of humanity.
