Jared studied the kneeling Demonic Cultivators, his eyes devoid of pity.
For a century, they had painted their hands red with human and beast blood. Now the final reckoning had arrived.
"Forgiveness?" He let the word freeze in the air. "You chained the innocent and butchered the helpless, tell me, what right do you have to keep breathing?"
"W-We repent!" Marius stammered. "Every celestial gem we own is yours, only spare us!"
"Celestial gems?" Jared scoffed. "To me, they are worth less than sand."
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