ask for it by name Coating every single surface of the great hall were layers of gore so thick you would have no idea what material lay beneath, sticky and oozing blood like syrup wrapped in countless lines of fleshy strands. Wrapped and constricted violently by the strands were their very sources, countless royal servants torn and mangled, the strands their very nerves pulled and extended in some bizarre, unnatural way. Each of them were deathly pale, gaunt with sunken black eyes and hardly a scrap of life.Read More
