Theodore slowly felt his mind returning, clawing its way clear of the darkness. As his thoughts returned he blinked slowly, taking in the scene around him. He knew what to expect, had seen it enough times before, but still let out a deep sigh as he took in the mangled corpses and the desiccated husks which had been drained of all life. He had no doubt those killed in the initial fight had been the lucky ones, their souls had simply departed their bodies, rather than being ripped from them then torn apart.
He regretted what had happened. Not the fate of those that had been killed, but the fact he had needed to let loose the beast inside. He’d managed to keep it under control for decades this time. It couldn’t be helped, though, and he had to admit a sense of satisfaction at the many
