A Pair of Hypocrites

A delicate hand plunged deep into his chest, tender fingers crowned by five sharp multicolored nails that clutched his beating heart and ripped it off to the outside world.

"M-my heart… G-give it b-back…"

The man was horrified. However, Wendy's expression was even paler, her breathing uneven as she stared at the beating heart in her hand.

"Wendy!" Patriarch Ye stepped out from the formation of tribe leaders, his expression solemn. He didn't wish for the young generation of their tribes to grow with the burden of taking another life, he wanted that burden for the warriors of the previous generations.

When they die, this sin will accompany them to the graves, allowing the next generation to carry on worry-free, their hearts placed and serene.

"We old fellows already sinned against the teachings of our ancestors, don't follow in our footsteps," he wanted to move forward and take the heart from Wendy's hand.