Nyarlom cackled as he watched the people fall apart. Even though they were related, even though they were friends, in the face of death they were nothing more than beasts. Though it was fun to watch the different races killing each other, the truth was, Nyarlom didn't really want all living beings to die as they are the source of a primordial demon's power. Still, the Serbek Kingdom was just one of the many human kingdoms. In fact, the humans were so good at reproducing that Nyarlom suddenly had an idea.
'Should I create a ranch made out of the other races, specifically the humans? If I do that I can control the flow of malice. Hmm, that's a pretty good idea. We couldn't do that to the races of old since those guys were way too powerful and were our equals, but now most of those races no longer exist and the ones that remain are a shadow of their former selves. Especially the humans they became pathetically weak compared to those of the ancient era.'
