The entire city had turned into an ocean of bodies. Hundreds of thousands crowded the streets around the main temple, while millions more gathered in the churches erected in every region under Jax's domain. Not a single soul remained at home, not a single business was open, no field was worked, no animal grazed untended. On that day, everything had stopped, because the God of Dreams had announced that something great would happen.
The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the restrained breathing of the crowd. The reverence was so deep because, in just one month, the world had changed in a radical way. Thieves had vanished like a plague exterminated; murderers were found decapitated, their heads impaled on spikes outside the city; rapists, castrated and with their own severed cocks stuffed into their mouths, were left impaled through their asses in the middle of the squares.
