Three young men could be seen standing alone in a field of corpses, human corpses. The three are all bloodied, but the blood doesn't belong to them; it belongs to their enemies, who are now lying on the ground dead.
"Victor, we have avenged Lyla", one of the other two spoke, "She can now rest in peace".
The friends, along with another, tracked the people responsible for the death of Lyla and erased every one of them. They didn't even let their families go. In war, there is no mercy. If they let their families go because they had nothing to do with the death, they would grow strong and one day come for them.
It would be a nuisance, a thorn in their lives. They eradicated the thorn early in life, so their future would be better—no need to worry about future troubles from this group.
"Yes", Victor muttered in agreement, but there was no joy in his face.
