The Rider is closer now, to that concentration of sin. Only two levels left once he makes it out of the seventh... the place where violence reins. New sounds accost his ears: the ring of metal on metal and metal on flesh and flesh against flesh. The grunting of dozens of men and women fighting each other with whatever they could get their hands on. Desperation and terror in their eyes, no longer able to think straight as they attack whatever is around them, arms heavy with fatigue. They have been fighting for hours and it is clear they don't even remember what they're fighting for. Only that they must. Their souls are not evil, but an evil clearly holds sway over them.
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