A Conversation Between Father and Son (Extra-Long Chapter-Please Subscribe)

There was no doubt that Storm Silverhand's assessment of Dark Prince Grea was entirely accurate.

With Demogorgon's avatar defeated and Borem destroyed again and again before he could even gather himself into the form of a Giant, Grea finally began a merciless hunt for the City of Shade's people.

High-ranking Wizards and Clerics of Shar, officers and ordinary soldiers, even the Bedine nomad cavalry forced to submit to the City of Shade—all received the same treatment.

No sympathy!

No mercy!

Only merciless slaughter!

Hundreds, then thousands, were crushed like ants and swallowed by endless darkness. Wherever the black Veil passed, it left only death and silence. Not even corpses remained.

Even those who fell to their knees in tears, begging to surrender and become servants, received no pardon.

Grea's handsome, expressionless face and icy gaze laid bare both his character and the flaws of his innate Quasi-Divine Power.

Any scholar who had studied Primal Gods, Elder Evils, and other beings with innate Quasi-Divine Power that did not depend on faith knew that these terrifyingly powerful lives often shared one trait: a severe lack of sympathy and empathy.

The reason was simple.

They had never truly known what it felt like to be weak. How could they understand the thoughts of mortals they could swat or crush underfoot without effort?

And because such beings had no need for faith to sustain their existence, they rarely listened to worshippers' prayers each day as gods did, or felt the joys and sorrows of ordinary lives. They tended to regard mortals as toys to relieve their boredom, or as resources of some value.

That was why most beings born with Quasi-Divine Power, such as Primal Gods and Elder Evils, were evil and scorned the morality, order, and laws established by mortal society.

Dark Prince