Dante was now relaxing in Hollowend's square as the village leader's screams echoed for some time alongside her daughters. Once it went silent, the Death Orcs returned, throwing the catatonic humans into the center for the Death Knight to deal with, but he stopped the undead.
''What is your name?'' he asked, curious to find out more about his newest undead.
''Arthur, my lord,'' the knight replied respectfully.
''Okay, Arthur, do you want me to kill them or do you?'' Dante offered, his wicked smile grew wider.
The Death Knight went to move toward them, but something stopped him as he finally replied, looking into his eyes. ''Can you do it for me? They've had enough, even though my wife suffered. I don't wish for it to continue.''
His eyebrow rose, muttered. ''So this is the famous human empathy? Fascinating.''
