But events within his own continent made hesitation all the more dangerous. Yuki, for reasons he could not fathom, had orchestrated a startling transformation among her people. Once infamous for their unquenchable hunger for blood and war, they had reshaped themselves, shedding that primal ferocity for clarity of thought and discipline. Where once they were predictable tools of chaos, easily manipulated,they had become something altogether different: clever, measured, difficult to sway. To Nwadiebube, this was not progress, but a nuisance. A warhound with simple instincts could be guided; a sharpened mind was far less pliable.
It disturbed him. It frustrated him. And yet there was nothing he could do to reverse it. Yuki had remade her people, and in doing so had denied him the utility he once saw in their savagery.
