Ethan lowered his head, hushing the nightmare's rumble behind him as the amethyst embedded in his skin dimmed its glow.
"What do you suggest then, Crul?" asked Ethan in a low tone. "Should I let them murder my family?"
[No, Master, I didn't say you shouldn't do what you are planning], answered Crul, adjusting its display metrics. [I merely said no innocents. Didn't you notice how your realm advanced during this campaign? You just have to devour them all. If we march toward the Capital, there will be far more to devour without touching the civilian population.]
Ethan formed a smirk, tightening his grip on the hilt of the Black Chaos Sword.
"You're right, let's go," said Ethan, locking his gaze onto the horizon. "Since everything has reached this point... I don't need to hold back anymore, right?"
[As long as no witnesses remain... I suppose not], the synthetic voice concluded.
