The Afterlife Dimension

"Why don't we eliminate him now?" asked the second soldier, glancing sideways. "Like setting him ablaze?"

Down the long path, about six meters away from the soldiers and slaves, the red-haired man's horse halted, its hooves screeching against the ground. The man called out loudly, "I said we don't have all day. No need to persuade any slave to walk – just eliminate the bad eggs."

He whipped the horse with the rope attached to its nostrils, causing it to move forward again, shaking his head in exasperation. 'Must I teach them all the basics?' he thought, rolling his eyes.