"Holy Mother! Are they all dead? All dead!..."
"Damn! This one, this one... it looks like Captain Sancho's head! And the Holy War veterans!"
"!!..."
Four large ships of the Castilian expeditionary army, carrying two hundred sailors and soldiers, anchored at the fjord's entrance, guarding against possible enemies. A swift caravel, carrying the officers and noble captains, reached the deepest part of the fjord.
Then, they climbed the prominent hillside and saw the blood-stained, horrifying altar. Dark red pooled on the altar and slowly seeped out, staining the small hilltop. And those rotting, open-eyed heads were the demons of evil and fear manifested in this world!
"Ah!! This!... This must be a demon's ritual! A ritual of desecrating souls!"
"It's evil demons! Almighty protect us! Almighty protect us! Begone, demons!..."
