The field is littered with the lifeless bodies of the deceased Followers. I understand that they were the parents of these children, but they willingly participated in all of this out of hatred. A rust-like scent fills the air from the blood that has been spilled here in such a short time. Typically, reaching the other side of the field where the children are hiding would only take a few short minutes, but attempting to navigate through the dead bodies is making this walk much longer. Sure, I could simply step on them, but there's no point – they're already deceased. Plus, I don't want to step over these pitiful...