"Aina's original intention was to scour her world clean of all life—every blade of grass, every breathing soul."
"I persuaded her to narrow the scope. Now, the target is solely the human race of that world."
Orion's mental voice remained impassive. "However, even with that restriction, I cannot guarantee our warriors will have the stomach for it. Slaughtering armed combatants is one thing; butchering millions of unarmed commoners by hand is another."
"A plague removes the personal element. It is a method everyone can accept because it absolves them of the direct stroke of the blade."
Reading the explanation, Tangere felt a chill crawl down his spine. The scale of the death sentence was staggering. Yet, almost immediately, that chill was replaced by a tremor of dark excitement.
"Big Boss," Tangere projected back, his thoughts practically vibrating with glee. "If that's the case... do you mind if I recycle the refuse?"
