Chapter 161: Blizzard (3)
Concentration Camp.
It was an agonizing, and difficult word.
In the future before the regression, the Empire had massacred tens of millions of people there.
A factory where human malice had been systematically and organizationally condensed to its peak, exterminating races with maximum efficiency.
A barren... yet still unfinished site, where endless gray concrete walls stretched on and on, and barbed wire and watchtowers rose starkly into the air.
I had begun the Concentration Camp project a little ahead of schedule.
Because the number of Ezenheim that humanity needed to exterminate was at least ten million.
And because the number of other races that needed to be saved was on a similar scale.
"It's certainly bleak."