"You guys did well." Elliot said softly to his beasts.
Dawn of the third day of the apocalypse was breaking, and the sun rose upon a bloodied land littered with dead beasts and human beings.
"Thank you, Master." Frosty replied for the rest of the gang.
Elliot nodded and looked away from them.
He was feeling rather conflicted inside.
On one hand, he was rather aghast that his beasts had taken it upon themselves to massacre every single living being within the Battle Royale area - including thousands of human beings.
However, on the other hand, he was glad that he didn't have to give the order. Even though he knew that the only way the event would end was for all the other human beings apart from the ten survivors to die, he was avoiding having to think about it. To have such a painful decision taken away from him was a blessing indeed.
His beasts were extremely sensitive creatures, and they instinctively knew what Elliot was feeling. Many chose to remain silent.
