"The lesser devils are dead!" Alexander loudly claimed as the fires slowly simmered down to flickering embers, getting a huge cheer from the crowd.
"Hahaha, the evil has been vanquished."
"God Ramuh has triumphed."
"Safe! We are safe!"
"Praise the goddess!"
The men, women, and children all breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the jubilant crowd, Alexander still had a hard time connecting the happy, radiant atmosphere to the thing they were celebrating over - the charred remains of the sixteen bodies that had melted and fused together to form a grotesque lump of human bones and flesh.
Even someone with a very strong stomach such as Alexander felt the sight hard to digest, even when the people there were no good gang leaders with the blood and tears of tens of thousands on their hands.
But these people did not seem to mind it one bit, treating it as just an apt punishment.