Even as the words slipped out of Eliron's lips, he felt disgusted by the very thought of it.
This world… it was changing him.
In the past, he would not have imagined himself taking a single life. The thought of having another man's blood on his hands was foreign to him.
But in this world, in the cursed existence that was Titans Tribulations. Pity, heroism, softness… meant death.
Not just your death, but the death of every single person you cared about.
In this world, mercy and forgiveness was a luxury only the impossibly powerful could afford.
People like him, people like Duke often had to carve out their legacy bathed in blood.
That was the nature of this world, that was the undeniable truth, and Eliron had long come to embrace this fact.
But Duke? He was a fledgling. No matter how tough he wanted to act, no matter how arrogant he was. His heart was still as soft as a baby's. And that personality would get him killed, much like it had almost done today.
