Flesh writhing, convulsing with the grips of primal fear as essence stained his clothing and flesh. Hadrak only found joy in such visceral sights, the ebb and flow of life at his command, cries of prey as masterful pieces to his ears. Dancing with glee amongst the scene of such a massacre while lost in the thought that these souls had him as the font of their final thoughts. Hadrak began his advance from the spent village with the laughter of an ecstatic child echoing in tow. Wandering almost aimlessly through the temperate chill of the trees around him, dancing and bounding gleefully through beaten trails despite fatigue and pain wracking spent flesh. The murders providing an unprecedented rush, roars of adulation from the sea of voices within assuring the warped and twisted male of his