His manner of speaking had changed noticeably, with a simplistic and brutal line of thinking, leading them to once believe he had gone mad.
If one were to say they had been transformed into other creatures, it would make sense.
"I know there could never be trust between us, let alone reconciliation, and I can assure you that once the tribe is defeated, I will immediately resume collecting 15 souls from you daily."
The red eyes in the mirror revealed a cunning smile, "But on the other hand, this is a display of restraint—we long to taste your souls, indulge in watching you struggle in despair, yet we would never directly drain a plane of all its nutrients, just like you—for the prosperity and glory of the Ten Special Districts, you too would have the Edge World offer countless souls to you."
