Gray clicked his tongue was he watched the Kessho's lay on the floor with their heads bowed down towards him. They were trembling in fear.
The sight disgusted him.
"This is war..."
He pulled his katana impaled into the ground out of it, before walking over to the nearest Kessho.
His head was lowered, his arms and body wouldn't stop shivering.
The closer Gray got, the more the sweat in his face would increase.
Gray glanced at the king and noticed that he showed neither remorse nor care for his underling as Gray approached him.
Rather, he looked as if he wanted Gray to quickly dispose of him.
*Step*
Gray's footsteps came to a stop once he finally stood before the Kessho captain.
"Aren't you going to stop me?" Gray asked.
"..."