The three remaining Ogres were colossal, armored figures, yet they instantly collapsed to their knees, their bodies shuddering like children caught stealing.
"Please! Don't kill us! We were just following orders!"
"Yes, Grandfather! Please! Have mercy!"
Sunny frowned, the sight of their terror offering him no satisfaction—only a utilitarian need for information. "The first to answer my question will have a chance of leaving here alive," he stated, his voice a low, lethal murmur.
The Ogre kneeling in the center immediately betrayed his comrades, his voice a desperate, high-pitched scream:
"The prisoners are citizens of the Nine Races, excluding Ogres! We kidnapped them and lock them in these strongholds, and ship them to the Wendigos' Main Headquarters!"
THUD! THUD!
"...?!"
The betrayer looked to his sides in horrified confusion. His two silent comrades had simply fallen over, lifeless. Their bodies bore no marks, no wounds, yet they were utterly dead.
