"... Kill them. All of them. Don't leave anyone alive."
The order came through the phone as clear and as icy as the person whose voice rang through on the other end of the phone. His orders were clear— to kill everyone and not leave anyone alive, and Arrurza was willing to do just that without batting an eye. In fact, he couldn't care less if he'd have to kill everyone in this room because they were all relatively trash compared to the scums of the known universe.
'Look at them, having a leisurely life and ruling over the known universe. They act as if they are the gods of this land when they're just hanging onto their authority and stepping on humans like they were dung. How dare they become rulers. They don't deserve to live.' Arrurza said to himself as he turned around.
