As the next portal to a place unknown shimmered before us, I felt a chill run up my spine. The slaves behind me continued to mindlessly perform their unending tasks. The sounds of their methodical movements combined with the knowledge that I can help them now or allow this atrocity to continue is eating away at me.
I feel like a crazy person. How could he be acting as if this is normal? How can he believe that people being reduced to machines on an assembly line is okay? What type of monster is this man?
Even the Hell Guardians I faced off with had higher morals than the man standing before me. Jask fought for what he believed in to the bitter end. He had a deep love for the Demon King, and I could see that from his memories. I could feel his emotions and heart.
