The blood fell like rain upon the untainted field. Those that worshiped scattered like leafs to the wind. The air now heavy with iron mist warmed the heart of the foreigner as he inverted the religious symbol before him.
"That which is done must be undone, dawn to dusk, then again tomorrow."
The work of the pious is never done and a man's hands must never lay restless. From one religion to the next they are all tied together in the power of Faith. Those that are truly faithful shall not falter for in them is great purpose. Those with great purpose are quite diligent.