Lann walked out of the tent.
The decisions Hacksaw was making now left him unable to discern whether this guy genuinely wanted to save the refugees or if he was planning to lead them into a breakout battle impressive enough to make himself famous. The casualties from these two choices could not be compared on the same day.
Lann felt that Hacksaw's mind might already be troubled.
But he had one thing right.
Lann was not a god.
Yes, he had long possessed the strength to eliminate hundreds in a complex building environment.
However, this was a battlefield, not an isolated manor. His primary goal was not to kill but to lead people out of danger.
Being able to kill was a kind of power. But it was not a panacea.
If everything in this world could be resolved through killing, then the tyrannies established by tyrants should be the most enduring.
When Lann emerged from the tent, the entire refugee camp suddenly seemed alive, unlike the previous days when they had been on the march.
