Chapter 24: The Gears Turn

Every time he shut his eyes, faces were all he could see. The faces of fear, hatred, anger, and even sorrow- each one flashed through his mind the faces of all those who met their deaths at the tip of his blade. Not one, he felt, deserved to live another day. They were cowards, the lot of them. They were monsters who thrived and prospered under the suffering, pain, and anguish of those crushed beneath their boots. Every experience, every contract, every operation had culminated to this very moment. Deep meditation had only ever reawakened the thirst in him... and brought back the many hues of blood that had streamed down the frosty edge of his blade. Ultimately, it all felt in vain.