Chapter 42: So that's the reason.
"They are no different from autonomous machines working toward a blank slate, a world scoured clean and remade according to their design. Everything else, be it human, goblin, shifter or gorgon, is either a tool to be used or a stain to be removed to the likes of them."
He spoke not with hysterical warning, but with the flat, certain tone of someone stating undeniable facts. The lack of emotion in his delivery made the words even more chilling.
"Snow, was it?" Mr. Miller said, his focus settling on her. "I'm afraid you cannot remain in this forest, since a member of their group has set their sights on you. It won't be long before more of them come crawling around here."
"For your safety and the safety of our village, I think it's best we get you a new home."
