The Holy Hall fell silent, so quiet that the sounds of terrified screams and roars seemed as if they had never existed, leaving only the stench of blood lingering in the air, slowly spreading throughout the entire facility via the ventilation ducts.
A tall figure quietly stood by the pillar of the "Selection Hall," the mechanical eye slowly scanning over the bodies that were gradually cooling down.
They were the "emissaries" who took the young boys and girls from the wheat fields, the missionaries who spoke on the carriages about the eternal war between the Defensive Army and the Evil Demons, and the sages and monks who had previously received everyone in the Holy Hall, some of whom were still kind faces just a few hours ago.
The real experiences, false cognitions, temporarily infused but unstable artificial memories, all mixed with each other, and as the mind awakened, they gradually became clearer and distinct.
