"The kid is right, King Arthur. Let go of your weapon, so we could talk on the table if you wish," Abaddon said, without changing his tone. "Fighting you was never in my vocabulary, milord. I respected you as my enemy. But right now, we are losing sight of our true goal! We need to work together to defeat the famine and prolong our species!"
"How could you say such words when you're the plague of this world? Humans are the only ones who deserve to live in this world. THose who aren't humans are monsters with different names. But, at the end of the day, you're nothing but a monster-a monster who's smarter than those weakest prey," King Arthur retorted, as he glared his eyes at me.
