Ikenga's gaze shifted to the demons. Their savagery was as brutal as it was efficient. Yet, what disturbed him most was their apparent disregard for their own lives. The lower-tier demons hurled themselves into the ratmen's traps and blades without hesitation, their bodies piling up but never retreating.
He turned his head slightly to look at Vaegur, who was tossing in a handful of herbs with a flourish. "Vaegur," Ikenga called, "why do they throw themselves to their deaths like that? It's not strategy; it's senseless."
Vaegur's crimson eyes glinted as he glanced up, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Senseless? No, no, my dear god of nature. It's contempt."
Ikenga raised an eyebrow, urging the demon to continue.
