Be sure to purify whatever you can, but also be careful. We don't all have your touch, Ishikirimaru.

[ He allows himself a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling. The air makes his fur stand up on end. It's not a good feeling. ]

Do you think there was some sort of ritual, something that they were used for? And what kind of entity would do such a thing? Did they fight back...

[ He looks at the aged, dried blood with regret. ]

... we should have tried harder to find them.