Ignotus stepped towards the survivor, who let out a pathetic whimper... too pained to keep up with his once arrogant demeanor.
"That poor wolf..."
He looked down at a dead beast nearby.
"Failing to kill you—what a shame."
"Are you... are you pitying the wolf?"
The guard wheezed, clutching his side.
"I'm the victim here! Shouldn't you be pitying me?! And help me out already!"
"No."
Ignotus's reply was flat as he sat before the dying man.
"How about we talk instead?"
The poor guard was barely able to look up.
"W-What—"
"I do not pity you, but that wolf? It's been enslaved for so long, yet the moment it was freed, death claimed it. How sad is that?"
Ignotus's voice sounded actually sad.
"Poor thing was a born killer... hm. Do you see? When someone like you survives, it's a cause for celebration, but when the wolf does? It's just a continuing tragedy."
The guard, unable to comprehend what was happening, began to shriek like his wolf likely did:
