This was the first time Owl and Sa had witnessed an execution with their own eyes. The sight hit far harder than a battle, because these people could no longer fight back.
Before death came, some begged for mercy, some wept bitterly, some said nothing, and some were numb to it all. It was a sight rarely seen.
Once the matter was settled, the fat old man first apologized to the old mayor, then to the other outsiders. In the end, everyone fell silent.
Outside, the wind still blew and the rain still fell. Having survived the catastrophe, everyone felt entirely different now.
Too much had happened. A single storm had killed far too many people.
"Do you think Jin Dingtian really meant it?" Sa asked.
Owl shook his head. He did not know. Jin Dingtian had made his choice extremely quickly and crushed the branch elder's faction with the force of a thunderbolt.
But Owl could not tell what he was thinking.
"Owl, what would you choose if it were you?" Sa suddenly asked.
Owl froze, then looked at the beheaded bodies. If he were Jin Dingtian, what would he choose?
On one side were the clansmen he lived with day in and day out; on the other, an old friend he knew reasonably well and a group of unrelated outsiders...
"Owl?" Seeing him staring blankly, Sa called to him.
Owl let out a long breath and said with a bitter smile, "If I really had to choose, I'd probably kill the outsiders from Waterwood Town."
"Hehe, me too." Sa could not help laughing.
Neither of them was a paragon of benevolence and righteousness. They cared about very little, which made everything they did care about all the more important.
The less one had, the more one treasured what