"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Standing atop the towering mound of corpses, Sila stroked a blood-red gem in his right palm. A breeze carrying the stench of death continuously brushed past him, lifting his tattered cloak.
To his right stood a half-human, half-serpent monster. It wore deep-purple armor and possessed four graceful arms. Beneath its purple-and-gold helmet, spread like a peacock's tail, was a deformed triangular face with terrifying mouthparts.
It was Silas, completely replaced—or rather, the Masked Dancer.
"Of course it's beautiful, but when words like that come from beings such as yourselves, I always feel they carry another meaning."
The Masked Dancer gazed at the corpse mountains stretching for dozens of miles and let out a strange laugh.
"Come to think of it, it got a proper lesson from Guk. I heard it was beaten half to death, then those disgusting Nurglings pieced it back together."
"It was too stubborn. Since it refused to heed my advice, it could only bear the consequences itself."
"Hehehe, who told you to deceive it so many times? If it were me... I probably wouldn't believe another word you said either."
Sila raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"I have always treated all things with sincerity. I never deceive."
"Really? But you played the Seed of Destruction quite badly. I heard that after it returned, its master hung it from a high tower and has been whipping it ever since."
"By the Holy Lord, that has nothing to do with me. I fulfilled my promise. It was simply too weak."
Suddenly, a violent gale swept through, dispersing the mist shrouding the land and revealing an even more ghastly sight.
The vast earth was dotted with enormous craters over three hundred meters in diameter. Some were more