But it was much larger than they expected. Cullers normally travelled alone or in small bands, quickly reduced by infighting or by people going off on their own. They abhorred order and rules. They thrived on chaos. Cullers were a force that could not be controlled or contained, only temporarily directed. They could never be completely destroyed. Even if every one of them was eradicated today, another would arise tomorrow. They were creatures of instinct, fed by bloodlust, crazed by snippets of knowledge and insights mortals were never meant to have and subjects of a god most of their kind did not know the name of. They worshiped him, not with prayers or rituals but with death and destruction. Their actions spread his teachings, infecting other susceptible minds with its corrupt meanings.
