Please Give Me Some Privacy

"This is just stupid." Magna muttered, slightly annoyed, as he pulled a dagger from his waist and threw it into the dark bushes.

The person hiding there couldn't even find the time to let out a scream of pain, as the sharp blade pierced straight through his head, killing him instantly.

Magna, using his presence sense, was walking casually through the night, casually pulling daggers from his waist and throwing them at the presences he sensed hiding here and there.

He wasn't feeling the slightest pleasure from what he was doing, as the only thing he could feel was annoyance.

The people were dying so fast, so easily, that there was no pleasure to be felt from this pointless slaughter at all.

What unsettled him the most was that he wasn't feeling much of anything after each life he took.

He wasn't even thinking about whether they had families, children, loved ones waiting for them at home, whether they were good or bad people.