So strong... yet so fragile.
They're NPCs, game characters, monsters to grind, animated figures that can be wiped out... Zheng Fan repeatedly hypnotized himself.
Yes, I'm still hesitating, still conflicted. When I used to draw comics, no matter how terrifying, twisted, or depraved the plot and characters were, all I ever sensed was the beauty they encapsulated. But when you stand at someone's front door, able to determine their family's fate with just a word, it becomes incredibly difficult to make the decision. Am I being a bleeding heart, or is this just... normal human feeling? Zheng Fan wondered.
"Why hasn't the Lord issued the order yet?" a soldier below began to question.
An older, seasoned soldier replied, "Why the rush? The more of us gathered at their doorstep, the more panicked and tormented those inside will become. Our Lord is letting them stew in their own fear, savoring their panic. Giving them a quick end would be letting them off far too easily."
