The man nodded repeatedly. "Yes, sir. I'll get right on it."
The black-robed man watched him depart. Beside the black-robed man, a burly giant covered in blood-red markings had been standing silently all this time.
The giant now spoke, "Why recall the blood slaves we've dispersed?"
Hearing the giant's question, the black-robed man visibly composed himself. "Because we've failed," he said. "Those people are remarkably lucky."
"My god demands more slaughter and blood! What we have now is far from enough!" the giant declared, his eyes glowing red, his expression crazed.
Hearing this, the black-robed man frowned and glanced at him. "Since you desire slaughter, all the fear generated shortly will be yours to claim. Whether you can meet the requirements is your own affair."
"That would be perfect!"
With that, the giant hefted the Giant Axe from his shoulder and strode out.
