"I'm not going to kill you." Ethan's voice echoed firmly through the camp, his breath fogging in the icy air.
"I have no interest in that, nor in any hatred between our races, much less in the extermination of any people."
Well, any people—ignoring goblins and any other race that actively devoured humans.
As for those, he had every interest in their extermination.
"A few dozen kilometers from here, there's an elven city. Maybe some of you are from there. Honestly, I don't care."
"If you want to leave, you're on your own. You won't be able to stay in the camp where we'll spend the night, and with your mana and aura reserves depleted, you won't even be able to warm your bodies."
"The most I'll do is point you in a direction, but I guarantee, every one of you will die before reaching halfway through the journey."
Ethan stretched his arm toward the horizon, where snow fell in thin veils and the trees stood dry and skeletal against the gray sky.
