The smell of rot from the basement storage area was enough to turn Walker around after fifteen more of the mechanically altered rat servants had been defeated.
He had not needed much strength since they were all in various states of illogical rage and damage. But he did feel bad that these creatures had once been normal monsters turned in to some sort of creatures that needed to struggle for food within a degrading shard of space.
He didn't dwell on that too long though, it was hard to accept what could have been when he had no way to change that past. Even if he had time magic like that,. It would be cruel to alter something like that.
No one should tamper with time in that way since the odds of destroying everything were too high.
It was the same as someone saying that they wanted to dissipate space mana.
