"Lord… But…"
"Lord… We gotta see and fight them. But they must have a leader, right? Someone to control them."
"What weapon lord? What was it used for?"
"How can a weapon be fueled with our people's souls?"
"How can a weapon be fueled by torturing our people?"
"Don't look at me, you are the ones who did it!"
"Us? Our people got enslaved there, watching our folks turning into souls! It's you who did it to us."
"No way! It's you who did this to us!"
"Shut the hell up or else I'll kill you all myself!"
I grew tired of all this. What were they? Kids? Retarded kids or what?!!
Once I shouted, everyone stopped this nonsense. Looking at them acting in such a way made me realise how hard and long this task would take.
Yet I craved those races. They were strong, not to mention the ones from my universe were already extinct and considered cursed. Yet these races here weren't!