In the depths of the valley, a cold light kept flashing. Those Humans didn't let out any screams or even react at all. They all died at Marvin's hands.
He had to do this.
This was the Crimson Wasteland, one of the cruellest places in the Universe. These guys had already lost their minds, they wouldn't be able to survive here.
Just as Baro said, it would be better to grant them peace.
But after the blade stopped, Baro found that he was still alive.
He looked at Marvin, who was quietly wiping his blade, with a puzzled expression.
"They are people who had no hope of surviving, and thus I killed them," Marvin said in a soft voice, "but you aren't."
"I am not a Human anymore," Baro muttered painfully. "I don't care. I don't think anyone would care about much after losing all their friends and relatives, right?"
