For days, Larzak wandered across the vast jungles in those times, sometimes he felt lost, recalling the pain he felt the other day didn ’t helped, but his basic survival instincts made it hard for such emotions to consume his cold mind. He moved forward without hesitating and found various small groups of cannibals in the way, slaying them down one by one, covering himself in the blood of those that ate people, the cannibals began to panic as their groups wouldn ’t come back from their hunt, and rumors of a reaper began to spread around. The Cannibals, despite their lifestyles, were still people in the most intrinsic way, they didn ’t ate their own kin and valued lives, loved their children, and were trying to survive the same way the other tribes did, their methods were extremist, but their goals were the same as the others.

Larzak knew this very well, but he knew that he couldn ’t forgive them so easily, even if he had to become even worse than the cannibals themselves, he had to slay them all and get them out of this jungle, they were a nuisance that would only bring conflicts and more pain to innocent people, when he finally reached the village of the cannibals, he found elderly, children, and mothers trembling in fear as they saw his body shrouded in blood. His eyes once more found themselves lost as he realized that this tribe was just like any other… people, children, elderly… they even seemed to appreciate and love one another, and the warriors ran to the outside of the village ’s walls they had erected using bones and wood, pointing their weapons at him, and savagely roaring at him, they didn ’t approached instantly, they were trembling in fear… his very presence and the odor he reeked was of pure death.

In front of the warriors he didn ’t hesitate, he moved forward as if his body was moving by itself, his eyes were devoid of any light or life, as he slain them all until leaving no warriors. He broke down into the village, breaking the wooden walls and seeing the last warriors fighting to the death to defend their families, he slain them all, easily, he had grown strong enough and adapted so much to their fighting patterns that he didn ’t even need to think to defeat them, his body moved by itself… He had become a killing machine.

Kill, kill, kill… the only thing he had on his mind since his journey started all the way to the end, but in the end of the journey, what he found was only a parallelism to he beginning, his loving family, his village, the children, the women, the elderly, the warriors… all the same.

Were they wrong for wanting to feed their families and children? Were their wrong for wanting to survive on their own accord, even at the expense of killing others? What made them worse than him now, when he had killed so many people?

”No, I am not the same as you… I am even worse. ” He sighed to himself, as he swung his spear, pierced the bodies of the women, the children, the elderly, and then burned them all into ashes, their entire village. The screams of agony haunted him down as he shrouded himself in more bloodshed, he killed and killed… and killed.

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And killed.

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