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Esdeath dismounted her horse and looked down at the group of prisoners, bound tightly.

A once-thriving village of a thousand souls had been reduced to only a handful of survivors. This was the brutal reality of war.

"These damn Empire soldiers, they attacked us out of nowhere."

"The only reason you were defeated was because you were too weak. There's no other reason."

"Esdeath, you'd better not let me survive. If I do, I will surely kill you."

The foreign tribesman glared at Esdeath, his eyes burning with resentment, fury, and an overwhelming killing intent. He was not joking—his words were a serious, deeply ingrained hatred.

But Esdeath only smiled at his threat.

"Untie them."

"Yes, General."

Without hesitation, one of the soldiers drew a knife and began to cut the bonds of the prisoners.

The group of foreign tribespeople stood frozen, not understanding what Esdeath was doing.