Chapter 36: Spirit Realm

The butcher swung his cleaver, the only half of his face left twisted with raw malice. Jason Yare could make out brain matter wobbling inside the broken skull. When the roar faded, the cleaver slammed onto the block. Thwack! He grinned, chuckling to himself, clearly pleased at having scared someone. The old man clasped his hands behind his back and walked on as if he hadn't seen a thing. Jason kept close. All along Food Street, not a single vendor had an intact body. Even what was left of their...