The Twisted World - Part 2

The cloaked figures seized on that opening in an instant. He could see the swirling pattern emblazoned on their back, and now too he could see that there were far more than ten of them. Ten was only the number of them nearest to him – there were far more behind Penelope, amongst the trees. A veritable army of their terrifying number, all of them faceless.

Vol sprang forward without even knowing what he was doing. Instinct decreed that he killed. There was a righteousness to his step that he'd never felt, like his body knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these people needed to die. It was the same feeling he'd gotten whenever he confronted the monsters that he'd summoned – that sort of revulsion and rejection of their existence.