Corey's eyes remained on the leather-bound book as he flipped to the next page.
'They smiled as they carved their skin with blades of bone. They said pain was the purest teacher.'
'They poured blood into the mouths of faceless horrifying statues, whispering that silence was the only true god.'
'They poisoned wells with their own blood and called it communion.'
'They whispered to the bones of the dead and clImed they heard the truth of the world.'
'They walked barefoot into flames, claiming the fire taught them to see.'
'They would sit in silence for days, then scream a single incomprehensible word that shattered mirrors and the minds of mortals.'
'In the final winter before the stars turned red, they walked openly into Virendell's halls... and strangely enough... no one stopped them.'
' And when the last monarch of Virendell asked them about their purpose, they offered a crown made of broken ribs and asked, "Would you like to listen?"
Page after page. Madness after madness.
