Status Updates From Le Chant des légendes perdues

“Lowbloods covered the structure. Children. Elders. They were packed in, chained together like a macabre net. Some wept. Some beseeched the ancestors. Some looked scarcely alive, their heads lolling, their eyes rolled back. Many had clearly soiled themselves. Their expressions were flat, resigned, the hopeless stares of people who believed themselves already dead....”

So gross