The broken walls and ruins are everywhere, the ground stained red with blood and scorched by flames, forming patches of dark brown filth.
Severed limbs are scattered everywhere, some corpses charred and curled up, while others remain in their final terrified pose, eyes wide open, hollow and soulless, evidently devoured of their Divine Soul.
But what is most spine-chilling are the residual souls wandering among the ruins!
They pounce on corpses still warm or already cold, greedily gnawing and sucking on the remnants of Divine Soul fragments!
Some residual souls even fight among themselves to seize a "fresh" corpse, emitting a silent yet fiercely spiteful shriek.
The entire camp has turned into a living hell!
The cries have long since vanished, leaving only the crackling of flames, the boom of collapsing structures, and... the chilling, spine-tingling whispering sound of countless residual souls devouring Divine Souls!
"Ugh..."
