"I already told you who I am. You just chose not to listen. In any case, don't blame me for being cruel, but I think we all know cruelty went out the window when you helped cast a Tier 13 spell that is slowly killing your own neighbors."
Kent's gaze turned cold.
"I know humans can be cruel, but I never expected a small group such as yourselves to be this evil." He then turned and looked at two elders from the Dreadclaw clan.
"You two can drop dead too." With a snap of his fingers, the two elders could only clench their chests before dropping to their deaths.
"It's only fair I share the death among the tribe." Kent turned to one elder from the Soulshroud tribe and their army general, the only two not wearing a Tier 11 soul protection artifact.
"Death is calling you two." Their tribe chief tried to defend them, but Kent had long planted the soul bomb, so it was useless.
