These people who had just stampeded over their own allies—
They were smiling.
Korvath stared at them for a moment.
He had seen many kinds of warriors in his life, brave ones, kind ones, mad ones, even warriors who knowingly charged towards their own deaths. He had seen men scream in fear, men who cried, men who cursed, men who begged—
But this…
This was different.
These smiles were different.
These weren't brave smiles, nor were they smiles that had accepted death, these were… child-like smiles.
Like children had found a new game to play.
They… they were enjoying this.
Korvath watched how one rider's beast stepped on the arm of a fallen warrior. He could see the fallen man's arm bent at an unnatural angle, the bone definitely broken.
"AAGGGHHHH!!!"
The fallen man screamed, but the rider above him did not even look down, his smile only got wider.
'Is it because… they are from two different tribes…?'
Korvath didn't understand.
