Fabricated Coincidences P1
'Damn it. All I wanted was to get my hands on a damn turtle beast and start my Aether cultivation for real. Why do I have to deal with this mess?'
Aksai cursed inwardly. His head throbbed, and the situation felt like a spiraling headache with no cure in sight. The weight of the mess he was in gnawed at him, though he kept his outward calm.
He glanced briefly at Bai's lifeless body, his expression unchanged. Sympathy wasn't something he could afford to feel right now.
'They should be thanking me,' he mused bitterly. In his mind, he had spared them a fate far worse than a quick death. If Haitin had decided to handle the executions himself, his demonic tendencies would have likely dragged their suffering out over hours, maybe even days—torture, humiliation, agony—all things Aksai had spared them from.