The bloodwater boiled and surged, throwing up layers of bloody waves. Under waves of ripples, countless corpses struggled and roared within the bloodwater. The sound of breaking reverberated across the surface, chilling to the bone.
Tino's eyes filled with a fervent emotion. He knew the god he worshipped had arrived. Meanwhile, Bologue stood ready, though it wasn't his first confrontation with the Devil, yet no one could fathom what these capricious beings might do.
Bologue watched as the bloodwater spread relentlessly, every area it covered swallowed the substances below. Broken benches sunk one after another, as did burning candle stands.
Pulling York's shattered form, Bologue retreated until they stood at the statue's edge, where the bloodwater finally ceased its expansion. The chapel by then had emptied, leaving only countless heads, limbs, and bodies rising and falling, with a chorus of shrieks and wails calling for life's end.
