Bodies piled around me as I continued my dance of death, my Khopesh dripping with blood and caked with viscera, each slash into one of the many cultists further adding to the mound I had created.
Limbs, heads and bodies littered the ground around me, while blood pooled into puddles as the death toll rose, the Cult of Ambition throwing body after body into the meat grinder that the four of us had become.
It was hard to imagine what the Cult of Ambition was trying to gain through this attack, but our answers would come to us as the horde of cultists gradually began to thin out, the fodder - nearly enough people to fill a small town - now dead at our feet, numbering potentially in the thousands.
It was an astronomical number of people to be inside one cult, but as a dozen new people draped in ornate robes stepped out of the gateway - which fizzled out behind them after they exited - we got to learn some of the reason as to why.
