"Peace?" Henry laughed. He had no desire to bring peace to all. He desired peace for only a few. The rest would rot, and from this experience, he would make sure they never die. At least, he would make sure they didn't die quickly.
"Do not speak of peace to me, creature."
He shot through tendrils with an assortment of high caliber guns formed from yellow light.
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