When faced with that bitter cold murderous aura, even a massive creature like the electric eel shuddered. The expression of a warrior was certainly different from that of a scoundrel's.
For example, if a warrior participated in horrible killings, then during a showdown, the ruthless violence in his eyes would be like an exceptional blade within a broken box. Regardless of the warrior's attempts to conceal it, it would still seep through the cracks.
This was a lapel badge, which was earned only from one's witnessing countless deaths. Hence, it was a record of their glory days, a hymn composed with fresh blood and courage.
"Barru, don't be hasty!" Argyll, who stood behind him frowned, as he said softly, "Judging by its quick-witted eyes and expression, I strongly believe that the beast's intelligence has been activated."
