Vlad who stood at the top of the tower, remained unmoved by the poignant scene. The suffering of the humans didn't elicit a shred of empathy from him.
In a cold, detached voice, he offered his ruthless counsel to the others...
"Close your heart to it. Do not feel sorry for them, for they will not feel sorry for you."
His words echoed the harsh reality of their world, where sentimentality was a luxury they couldn't afford.
The survival of the fittest demanded a steely resolve, and Vlad seemed to embody this principle, urging his peers to sever emotional ties and embrace the cutthroat nature of their existence.
What happened before the explosions took place was that Vlad used the blanket of the dark and sneaked past many surveilling guards around the north of the encampment.
[Something feels odd. Why do I not feel any life force from them?] he wondered.
