"Go on. If you fail to satisfy me, then go die."
Upon a boundless ice plain, two middle-aged men sat upon thrones that looked imposing and domineering, their faces full of mockery as they watched the living beings in the distance.
Those beings were wrapped head to toe in ice, like lumps of frozen ice.
To put it more humanely, they were moving ice sculptures.
"My lords, there are not many of our clansmen left. Please spare us. We are willing to serve you like oxen and horses. We beg you, do not wipe out our Ice Clan."
One of the largest-looking ice sculptures fell to its knees upon the ice plain, his face full of pleading.
That nearly begging tone did not make the two men rein in their smiles. Instead, they became even more unrestrained.
"Hahaha, spare you? First, you should guess whether you deserve it."
"Hurry up and continue. Don't spoil my enjoyment. You are all destined to die; it is only a matter of how long it takes."
"Once we've played you to death, there'll be nothing left to play with in this universe. Then us brothers will move on to the next universe."
One of the middle-aged men burst into laughter. His laughter was filled with ridicule, and within that ridicule lay a trace of exhilaration.
As they looked at the two men before them and heard their almost deranged laughter, the Ice Clan members in the distance fell into despair.
The clan chief standing at the very front was filled with grief.
The Ice Clan had once been the largest race in this universe. Their numbers had been beyond counting.
But now, it was gone. Of the vast Ice Clan, only these ten thousand or so clansmen remained.
In the distance from them stood