The night breeze blew in gusts, the Blood Moon was desolate, with occasional sounds of waves and shark fins breaking the water's surface.
Ash looked on indifferently, seemingly uninterested in their discourse.
"Even so—" Andrey asked like someone clutching at straws, "What does this have to do with you betraying the citizens' interests to please the second race of the Blood Moon? You see everything, so you wanted to join them?"
"I've used every means, united all races, and pleased the Blood Moon, all to promote the formation of the fighting league."
"But this—"
"You don't understand, Andrey, you short-sighted, cowardly human, you simply don't know what true mettle is."
The ogre said, "Exactly, just as you predicted, once the fighting league is implemented, violence, death, and slaughter will become the main melody of this city, and Blood Saint Moon Shadow will be so happy they won't be able to close their mouth."
