Boom!
A loud crash erupted once again from the hand gripping the Blood Banner spear.
"Men, sound the drums—"
He gave the command: "Full attack! Anyone who retreats dies, anyone cowardly dies!"
In an instant, hesitant subordinates instinctively stood up and dashed away. Soon, four hunched figures shrouded in black robes were carried up, their limbs mangled, blind and deaf.
Yet upon touching the iron drum, horn, and bone flute, they instinctively began to drum, blow, and play.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Blood Banner snaked and disturbed the sky. With each swing, it lifted booming sounds shattering countless thin rains, waves spreading like ripples, again and again.
The drum and horn mixed in a bizarre and piercing manner, so shrill, disrupting consciousness and perception, while faint husky chants sounded like screams.
Wailing, trembling, sobbing, pleading.
Here, to the Lord of Scars, offer a burning sacrifice!
