Boom!
The decayed wooden door of the shrine shattered under the combined strike of the group.
The smell of blood rushed over them, instantly overwhelming everyone's senses.
Inside the door was not the anticipated ambush, but a hair-raising silence of hell.
What lay before them were dense piles of bodies.
All dressed in Japanese attire, with men, women, and children alike.
They didn't die by blades or spells, their postures were bizarre to the point of suffocation.
Everyone faced the depths of the shrine, bodies leaning forward collapsed.
On their faces was a frozen, nearly fanatical, twisted grin, mouths stretched to the ears, hollow eye sockets seemed to stare in the same direction.
More horrifying, their hands were all uniformly held to their chests, fingers tightly locked, like devout sacrificial followers, cradling their own slightly twitching hearts!
Thick blood had long soaked the decaying wooden floor, congealing into dark red stains.
