The parents of those poor bastards had already managed to create an army out of sight. But for the mere promise of 750,000 souls, they all showed up.
Using the people of Savior, someone convinced the people who created the rogues that killing me was worth more than staying hidden. Next, the bastard incited the thugs to rape my women and beat my men, Phillip included.
Without both, I could only kill the rogues or the reapers looking for a payday. I took down hundreds the first time. And in the flashiest way possible. Yet these bastards were still surprised when I responded with deadly force.
If this was all orchestrated.
"That nightmare bastard just used me to kill everything that gave him a headache," I cursed in annoyance.
