User blog comment:Flamebiplane/Eziko and Friends (Q&A)/@comment-30014014-20180319185143/@comment-30014014-20180323010403

The eyes fade...

....so do the rejected...

...and the flames...

"Now, we're going for filler for but a moment, so bear with me" the clown warns before continuing on as he moves his thread-wolven fingers.

"For years, which no one knows, they continued throwing those they could mend like trash. Legends started sprouting about the much feared place, as none rejected inside its walls ever to return. Some claimed they died. Others, that they've utimately fled further in search for a better settlement. What was sure, was that everytime the Order knights came along to see, nothing ever screamed life. Nothing but dried wood stacked in the middle in the aftermath of a campfire..."

The setting switches between day and night, showcasing knights wandering inside the camp, scratching their heads but ultimately shruging as the rejected problem seemed to solve itself. The act continues for repeated cycles. Throw them in,

Seal them in,

Depart,

Wait for days,

Search for the previous,

Repeat.

"And then one day...movement. Movement from the woods. Unnatural..."