128 Dealing with the darker side of the world (1/2)

Women of various ages, ranging from 40 years old to 12 years old were all kept naked inside cages made up of steel bars.

One look at their plight and I felt my blood boil to the extent that I almost wanted to give in to my impulses and slaughter every man in the camp. But I had to restrain myself. I had to be strong. Strong for Netra who was on the verge of losing herself at the sight in front of her.

I clutched her tightly as she tried to get out of my grasp and wrung the neck of the bandit closest to us and whispered about how we'll make them regret what they did.

And it was true.

I would make these men regret being born if it was the last thing I do in my life.

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I wish I could say that it was a fierce battle between the good and evil. About how we fought with wild abandon despite all odds and came out as winners in the end.

I guess a part of me wished it was something like that.

That all of this would not be so… meaningless.

Aside from the bandits who had been guarding atop the towers, most of the men were fast asleep.

Me and Netra made sure they never woke up from that sleep.

We went from tent to tent, finding naked women in a few of them.

I wondered if giving those girls a swift death might have been merciful instead of letting them live.

But the tree of life is living and breathing thing which twists and changes with your every actions. And you never know might change when you let it grow.

By the time we were done with more than 90% of them men, one of them woke up because of the fierce smell of blood in the air.

He must have evolved into something with great senses.

Not that it helped any when I split him in half from top to bottom.

But by then, his cry had been heard throughout the camp.

They woke up and brandished their guns at us.

Something that we had tried to avoid from the start.

In the resulting gunfire took the lives of eight innocent girls before we were able to kill everyone in the camp.

The leader was a short man with a pot belly that jiggled with every step he took.

He was strong alright. Almost as strong as a 3rd tier abnormal. I can understand why he was able to become the leader of such a band of degenerate.

But that's all he was.