He was checking every corner before entering a new corridor.
"At eighteen, our apprenticeship was over. I was accepted to be part of the black ward; specialised soldiers, assassins. We had to be cruel and without pity, without feeling, without conscience, without remorse. And I had no pity when, to pass the final admission test I, along with my platoon, killed over three hundred children from a desert village. Here we didn’t just kill them, but we tortured them and mutilated them.
Alongside me were far more aggressive and morally deprived brothers. No matter how hard I tried to erase those horrible scenes from my mind, I never succeeded. These deeds I did, will never be erased, they have stained my eternal soul." The mercenary's tale continued sombrely.
General Fortdar felt pity for the
