The twelve humans kneeling before Elian were already dead. Though he might not have had anything against them, their fates were set the moment they tried to kill him. And now, rather than just simply fade into nothingness, they were brought back.
Against their will. In a broken state that did not even allow them to remember who or what they were. It was a sentence far crueler than even death. They followed Elian's every command and were made from his metal.
"…"
The Tyrant felt conflicted. If the process of reviving via Golem Lake was so haphazard, that meant these people would spend eternity like this. And while it would help Elian's purposes, it wasn't like he was desperate for their help.
"Do you resent me for bringing you back?"
The lead assassin shook his head.
"No, Tyrant. We do not."
Elian sighed.
What was I even expecting? If they said yes, would it make me feel better?
