"Your Majesty really knows how to be domineering," Anthony said. "If you chop everyone you don't recognize, then there's no need to distinguish which faction they're from."
Negris disagreed, "But what if we hit the wrong person, what if we hit one of our own? The Old Immortal might be saving himself the trouble, but it will cause us a lot of problems later on."
"Given His Majesty's habits, after chopping someone down, he should collect the enemy's soul," Anthony said. "If it's one of our own, we can just grant them eternal life afterward."
"Alright, that does sound like something the Old Immortal would do," Negris said with frustration. As he was about to add something more, he suddenly noticed that Ange was crouched over, silently screaming something in soul speak, with no indication of what it might be.
"What are you screaming about?" Negris asked out of curiosity.
Ange pointed ahead towards the Void, and quickly 'whoosh,' a snail rushed in front of them.