A cruel practicality chained his hand.
Then I'll let your own kind finish you… at least that way, your suffering ends faster.
Blood sprayed across Leon's arm as another arrow struck the orc's body. This time, he had shifted it perfectly, letting the shaft plunge straight through the orc's heart.
The doomed creature screamed once before choking on its own blood, its wide eyes filled with despair and disbelief.
Leon's jaw tightened. The pain of dying to your brothers' arrows… must feel like betrayal. Even beasts like you don't deserve that.
He sighed inwardly. He was no sadist—no masochist who enjoyed inflicting suffering. He killed because he had to. Because survival demanded it.
"Rest now," he muttered, tossing the limp body aside. The corpse finally dispersed into pixels, leaving him free to fight without a burden.
Now unhindered, Leon became a storm.
