Felled another blighted creature. This one was different from the shambling masses of tar and corpse bits. This was a man.
Thick tendrils of tar coiled around his body like a serpent. Ichor streamed from his blackened eyes, hissing and steaming on his cheeks.
If he understood my words he showed no signs of it, nor any emotion or essence beyond the instincts to draw breath and to kill. Had my training failed me...had I fallen...would I have become like him?