Adolf Hustler pierced his wrist inside Ingine's chest.
The tall man with a beard died by the hands of Adolf.
'I knew today was his last night.' Pablo already predicted what would happen with Ingine.
"You sent him to die there? That's not right." Cupid did her usual complaint.
'No. Not only Ingine. I sent all four hundred men to die. They will all suffer.'
"What? How could you do that? This will not be seen as good by the Gods."
'It was bound to happen. These people would have attacked them anyway. I just fastened the process. And don't threaten me with God every time. They sent me here knowing full well what I can do. Shut up for now.'
Cupid complained again but Pablo entirely ignored her by now.
He shifted all his focus on Hustler.
"He killed Ingine!"
"Attackkkk!"
The hungry men were already enraged and the death of Ingine broke the bounds of their rage.