He can lift the one that was under him, the hand and the arm and the start of a man's head, but if he tries to reach further and deeper, there are thousands of them, all just under the surface of the blood, which seems to be far, far deeper than the path he is standing on indicates. Not all of them are necessarily human, either; there are more who appear to be beastial in shape, and when he reaches out, it's like the distance between him and then is ripped away. They're all screaming, a cacophony of voices all at once.
Re: the delights of a human's heart
so many
so many.
He can lift the one that was under him, the hand and the arm and the start of a man's head, but if he tries to reach further and deeper, there are thousands of them, all just under the surface of the blood, which seems to be far, far deeper than the path he is standing on indicates. Not all of them are necessarily human, either; there are more who appear to be beastial in shape, and when he reaches out, it's like the distance between him and then is ripped away. They're all screaming, a cacophony of voices all at once.