Sophie's hands tightened into fits.

She'd killed monsters and bandits before. The violence was to be expected. But this...

This was like a butcher's abattoir. The remains of people were piled up, whatever the orcs didn't want had been left behind. There was very little to be said at this point, at the sight of something so grotesque, so awful.

The small girl's eyes narrowed.

"We're killing all of them," she said, simply, "Not a single orc is going to live. Not one is going to escape. We're slaughtering every single last one of them. They're going to live to regret this and no longer.

This was a vow she took in her heart as well. Sophie wouldn't allow the people who died here to go without vengeance. No, she would indeed serve as the instrument of their vengeance. It was what required of her, both in their memory and due to her role as an adventurer.

She'd bring back every orc in the raiding party's head if she had the chance. She wouldn't tolerate a single one managing to escape.

The bastards were going to die.

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