It was surprising that the grotesque monsters seemed to possess something close to feelings. They had been fighting like mindless brutes before, relying mostly on their overwhelming physiques and numbers. But the moment one of their kind was killed, something changed.
The remaining trolls became enraged.
Their roars grew louder, their movements more violent, and their attacks more deliberate. They stopped simply charging forward and began unleashing their skills with far less restraint, as though the death of their companion had stripped away whatever hesitation they had possessed.
'No wonder Elara felt guilty facing these things.'
Unlike Ethan and Kaela, Elara seemed more like a genuinely good person trying to do good. The problem was that, in order to accomplish that goal, she had to become something bad.
'I guess there are benefits to being a soulless bastard.'
Ethan almost smiled at the thought.
But the amusement disappeared quickly.
The enraged trolls had adapted.
