The deer breathed its last breath and died. The kill was swift and merciful.
"It is important to quickly finish your prey. The less suffering it had the better. It is the way."
"Why, Master?" Ashe said. It was obvious that she found this fact contradicting.
"You kill it out of survival, not out of cruelty. Only the weak kill unnecessarily.
Furthermore, what do you think Fate would do to those that are cruel to its creation."
Ashe widened her eyes. "You mean Light Aether will punish us?"
"Not in a direct way. But yes, that is correct. You will receive what you have given away. Playing with your prey too much and someday, you might be on the other end of the blade."
Ashe shivered gently. Of all the Aethers, the more she knew about them, the more Light Aether became dangerous.
True Aether and Dark Aether were something tangible and easy to grasp. But fate, the pure essence of Light Aether, was terrifying.
"Come. Now I will teach you how to gut the beast.
