Despite the room being filled with seasoned warriors, everyone felt on edge. Everyone was acquainted with death, loss, and regret. The words spoken by their Tyrant rang out in everyone's mind.
"Yes. Those who died by accident, civilians, are not exempt. Anyone who wishes for power will be given the ability to do so. Use Dominator to deceive, kidnap, or lobotomize. I will leave the specifics to you. But when my timeline is over, you must return by then."
To bring back every soul who died. There was an unspoken agreement between intelligence races. And it was the separation of civilians and warriors. Only true monsters had no such distinction.
And they forgot that the Weapons were a race born solely for battle. There was no Weapon who could be considered a civilian; in fact, that very word ran contrary to what their race was supposed to be.
In the silence, Elian reminded everyone of the dogma of their race: "Kill those you wish to kill, but save a hundred times that number."
