For days, Larzak wandered across the vast jungles in those times, sometimes he felt lost, recalling the pain he felt the other day didn't helped, but his basic survival instincts made it hard for such emotions to consume his cold mind. He moved forward without hesitating and found various small groups of cannibals in the way, slaying them down one by one, covering himself in the blood of those that ate people, the cannibals began to panic as their groups wouldn't come back from their hunt, and rumors of a reaper began to spread around. The Cannibals, despite their lifestyles, were still people in the most intrinsic way, they didn't ate their own kin and valued lives, loved their children, and were trying to survive the same way the other tribes did, their methods were extremist, but their goals were the same as the others.
Larzak knew this very well, but he knew that he couldn't forgive them so easily, even if he had to become even worse than the cannibals themselves, he had to slay them all and get them out of this jungle, they were a nuisance that would only bring conflicts and more pain to innocent people, when he finally reached the village of the cannibals, he found elderly, children, and mothers trembling in fear as they saw his body shrouded in blood. His eyes once more found themselves lost as he realized that this tribe was just like any other… people, children, elderly… they even seemed to appreciate and love one another, and the warriors ran to the outside of the village's walls they had erected using bones and wood, pointing their weapons at him, and savagely roaring at him, they didn't approached instantly, they were trembling in fear… his very presence and the odor he reeked was of pure death.
In front of the warriors he didn't hesitate, he moved forward as if his body was moving by itself, his eyes were devoid of any light or life, as he slain them all until leaving no warriors. He broke down into the village, breaking the wooden walls and seeing the last warriors fighting to the death to defend their families, he slain them all, easily, he had grown strong enough and adapted so much to their fighting patterns that he didn't even need to think to defeat them, his body moved by itself… He had become a killing machine.
Kill, kill, kill… the only thing he had on his mind since his journey started all the way to the end, but in the end of the journey, what he found was only a parallelism to he beginning, his loving family, his village, the children, the women, the elderly, the warriors… all the same.
Were they wrong for wanting to feed their families and children? Were their wrong for wanting to survive on their own accord, even at the expense of killing others? What made them worse than him now, when he had killed so many people?
"No, I am not the same as you… I am even worse." He sighed to himself, as he swung his spear, pierced the bodies of the women, the children, the elderly, and then burned them all into ashes, their entire village. The screams of agony haunted him down as he shrouded himself in more bloodshed, he killed and killed… and killed.
And killed.
And…
…
When Larzak regained his consciousness he found himself sitting in the middle of dozens of burnt corpses, he looked around and only found ashes flowing through the wind, most of the village was burned to the ground, and there were no survivors. He looked at the little crisp bodies, the little hands, the little toys, some children hugging tightly their mothers as they had burned to a crisp…
Larzak grabbed his spear, pointing it at himself, into his throat… He began to breathe heavily, without realizing what he was doing right now, but he felt the impulse, deep within himself, to shamefully take his own life to repent.
"Hahh... Hahh… Hahhhh… Ngh… Hahh… Nnggh… Hahh…"
He gasped for air constantly as he desperately tried to calm himself down, but the spear continued to move towards his throat, piercing his skin slowly, blood began slowly dripping from the small wound, as he felt the tip of the spear piercing more and more deep into his own flesh…
"Hahhh… HAAAHHH… HAAAHHHH…!"
His hands trembled intensively, until they couldn't hold into the spear anymore, it fell into the ground before he could take his own life. Larzak kneeled in the ground, hitting the floor with his arms as he began to cry once more. He knew that what he had done was the correct thing to do in his mind, and it would had been what all those victims would had wanted as well, but he couldn't help but think that what he had done was also an atrocity that would haunt his life forever.
"What have I done…? What have I done…? Hahh… Aaaahh…! AAAAHHH!"
Larzak continued to cry desperately for the rest of the night, only to find himself being woken up by the gentle hands of a lizardman woman, a young and beautiful woman that looked at him with pity and compassion, with love and life… He instantly recognized her, it was the oracle girl, Larikza.
"L-La… Larikza…"
"It is enough… You've done enough, Larzak. Come back home…"
"I… I…"
"I know… It was the thing you had to do. I saw it all through my eyes. I saw the future where you did this… I could had stopped you, but I knew… this was the correct thing at the end… We couldn't let such a barbaric people live…"
"…"
"I am sorry…"
"No… Don't be sorry…"
Larzak and Larikza found guilt in one another, and for some moment, they felt comfort on each other's sorrow. She hugged him tightly, as she began to cry on his shoulders, and he cleansed her tears, while she helped him stand again, and slowly walk back to the village of Fishers…
