William left the barbarian settlement without looking back, while Dereck, Helios, and Bob quietly followed behind him as the four figures gradually disappeared into the endless white landscape that stretched beyond the borders of the barbarian tribe.
The howling winds that constantly swept across the frozen plains had become strangely insignificant beneath the cries of agony echoing from behind them, and although the icy storms continued to carry snow across the mountains as they always had, the blood staining the once-pristine white ground had transformed the barbarian settlement into a place where suffering would linger for a very long time.
William had never intended to grant them the mercy of a quick death.
Death was an escape.
It was an ending that released a person from both pain and consequence, and he had deliberately decided that the leaders of the barbarian tribe deserved neither of those things.
