[Salone]

Na'lsa's eyes widened as he witnessed the carnage in front of him. And as his excitement rose, his hunger took over. Eyes rolling back in to his head, his body moved on instinct as he dove on top of the first corpse. Teeth and fingers tore at still warm skin, blood gushing across his hands and face as he ripped skin away, bit flesh from bone, chewed through to the marrow inside. He devoured the corpse at an alarming rate, reducing it to organs and bone in a matter of minutes. And as he fed, his aura grew ever so slightly. It began to manifest around him, overtaking what was left of the corpse. It began to break down in to pieces, bones snapping and grinding to dust. Organs pooling together in a lukewarm slush. In a horrifying display they began to snake upwards and around Lev's body, the bits of bone floating for a moment before piercing his skin. They dug further in, the holes they left behind acting as tunnels for the liquid vitals to pour in to. For a moment, Na'lsa's power fluctuated beyond all measure. Then it ceased, and there was no longer evidence that there had ever been a corpse at all.

Na'lsa panted, feeling the rush of a fresh feeding. But...but something was not right. Forty deaths. Thirty nine corpses. Forty children, fathers, mothers. Sons. Brothers. Forty who might have mattered to someone. Who might have mattered to his own Father, if he were here today. Father, who would not agree with this...this bloodshed. Was he the cause of all this? Was the Lion of God responsible for the slaughter of his Father's flock?

In rage, he pointed an accusatory finger at the creature who had commanded such slaughter.

"You had no right! A flock must be culled from time to time, but you only kill what is needed! Do not WASTE life! I ask for flesh to feed, not to see it rot!"

With that he turned to the closest corpse, leaning down beside it. His sanity fully restored, he attempted to bring the man back from death. Jamming a finger inside the entry wound, he tried to weave the man's head back together. Brain tissue began to move. Pieces of the skull came together and reformed. Blood now coagulated began to flow, seeping out the man's head. Nerves inside the skull began to twist back together, tightening again as if their separation had never occurred. He withdrew his hand from the man, searching his face for any signs of life.

"My child. Do you breathe?"