The next target was a village further east, or at least that's what Julius had announced before heading there, as if programming the destination for a deadly stroll. And surprisingly, Dylan had naturally followed like a puppy trailing its master, without a single question, without a moment's hesitation.
It was as if, from spending too much time with this giant and his twisted philosophies, he had ended up buying into his wildest delusions, adopting his relentless rhythm. The line between necessity and pure madness had blurred, replaced by a macabre routine.
Dylan could count more than thirty beast villages they had massacred together. It was never out of spite, never because these creatures had blocked their path. No, it was for a simpler, vainer, and more terrifying reason: to satisfy their selfish desire to become stronger. A quest that justified everything, even the smell of cooked blood that now permeated their clothes and dreams.
