The rogues had an undue advantage. A clear one.
They fought with no rules, no hesitation, nothing constricting their morals. Their brutality was beyond imagination. They kept forcing their daggers and claws inside dead bodies until their guts were out, or they were completely devoid of any blood. I had never seen anything as barbaric as this. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to keep it shut. But now and then a scream entered my ears and I would check to witness something more crueler.
They were wild, brutal, and relentless. They shifted mid-battle, their bodies twisting into feral forms as claws extended and fangs elongated. They weren’t here to capture or intimidate. They were driven by a maddening urge to kill. And that was their strength.
I could clearly see the difference between
