Like most of the buildings in this town, the silo was made from the wood collected in the neighboring forest, so it didn't take too long for the fire to noticeably engulf the structure.
—Unlock the doors!—shouted some people from inside the silo who were awake enough to notice the abnormality of the situation. However, the two colossi did not move and ignored the cry.
*Boom, boom*...Loud noises began to be heard from the stone-transformed silo doors, but they did not open.
—Do you think some of these peasants will manage to escape?—Tea asked with concern as he watched the stone doors tremble along with the sound of the strong explosions.
—Of course, some lucky ones will manage to escape from the silo. Try to be attentive enough to kill them before they flee through the streets—replied Cristobal, watching as the flames on the silo's roof only continued to grow, causing a bitter expression on Tea's face.
*Boom, boom, boom*...The noises on the walls of the structure became increasingly deafening as people realized how smoke began to invade the inside of the silo.
—Please open the doors!—they shouted from inside the silo, noticing that no matter how hard they tried to open them, the doors did not yield.
But despite hearing the plea, the two colossi remained silent, causing desperation among the people inside. The fire continued to grow until a part of the silo's roof gave way, falling inside, but the structure was too large, so its walls were still standing. Along with the falling roof, cries of agony and panic filled the surroundings of the silo, bringing a joyful smile to Cristobal's face.
Meanwhile, Apolo watched with some consternation everything that was happening from inside the giant. The truth was that at this moment, the deceased felt that being "expelled" from the soldier's path didn't seem so bad. Life as a mage in the capital was incredibly more glamorous and peaceful than this mess.
Although Apolo didn't exactly feel sorry for the people inside this gigantic trap, the ancestor still felt that having to deceive a bunch of peasants to lead them to their own death was something extremely annoying to do. The deceased had already dealt with the problem of deceiving his poor servants for years, so Apolo didn't even want to imagine how uncomfortable it was for his descendants to have to guide the hundreds of soldiers under their command to massacre people who had no connection to this war. However, Apolo didn't blame or judge his descendants for this decision. After all, it was war, and in war, anything goes. The important thing was to end up winning and not being destroyed, and later, historians would take care of erasing these small details that ruined the glorious story of soldiers and champions.
While the deceased's lack of moral condemnation was remarkable enough to debate the matter in depth, the reality was that Apolo's greatest concern at the moment was to discover why Tea was so foolish as not to realize that Cristobal was being corrupted by the cursed axe. The history of the axe was known to all members of his family when Apolo was alive, but Tea seemed to be unaware of it. Unfortunately, Apolo felt that the young redhead should never have accepted this plan if he had been aware that Cristobal was not in his right mind. However, the deceased had not found a way to communicate with his descendant to warn him about this vital mistake he was making.
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As the agonizing screams grew louder in the air, Tea watched as a couple of people began to exit through the silo's windows. The windows of the structure were very high, practically touching the ceiling, and they served to vent the gases from inside the silo, so they were not easy to access, especially when the roof was on fire, and the inside of the silo was already filled with smoke.
Most likely, in their desperation, these people climbed the walls of the structure until they fortunately reached these windows. Focusing on watching the windows amidst the flames, Tea could see that these two people were a father and what should be his daughter. Both seemed to have a strange ability that allowed them to stick to the walls, so they quickly managed to exit through the window and began to descend the silo's walls, trying to escape the flames on the roof.
—Look, someone finally managed to escape!—Cristobal exclaimed with a smile, but it faded when he noticed that the father was clever enough to see his cruel gaze and decided not to descend right where the door was. Instead, he chose to guide his daughter to the back of the silo, trying to avoid the soldiers.
Realizing that if he did nothing, these two people would escape, the giant grabbed his axe by the handle and with a precision that would scare anyone, he swung it in the direction where the father and the girl were fleeing. The axe flew through the air, spinning, and before they could react, the man's head was severed by the axe's blade, causing his lifeless body to fall to the ground a few meters from where Tea was standing.
—Dad!—roared the girl, trying to catch her father's corpse, but it was too far away, and she could only watch it fall.
—Kill the girl, Tea!—ordered Cristobal as he watched the blood-soaked axe stuck against the silo's walls. Placing his hands on the walls, Cristobal made a puddle of mud form on the planks where the axe was embedded, causing it to fall back into his hands.
As this happened, Tea pointed his palm at the girl, but he couldn't release the fireball and instead watched as the girl escaped.
—Is something wrong, kid?—Cristobal questioned, seeing that his nephew was letting the girl go.
—No... Nothing's wrong... I'm just a bit tired, it's very late...—Tea said, looking at his uncle's impatient gaze. Immediately, the young man fired a half-meter fireball at the girl, causing the innocent girl's body to split in half along with the planks around her.
—A few more hours, and it will all be over, but remember that the siege will be a hundred times worse than this. I hope you're mentally prepared to fight famished and pest-ridden peasants—Cristobal replied as he headed to the back of the silo—I'll watch the back, you watch the front. Remember, you're on a real mission, kid. If you get too confident and deviate from the plan, you could end up dead, even fighting a child.
—I know, go in peace, I will fulfill my duties...—Tea said as he watched the girl's body crash to the ground a few meters away from him, splattering his face with blood.
—Good luck, don't let these rats escape...—Cristobal replied, hurrying to the back, fearing that the people might have found a way to escape.
While this was happening, Apolo exited the giant's body and entered Tea's, fearing that his descendant might make the mistake of being too merciful towards someone with strange abilities and end up dying due to his lack of decisiveness.
Upon entering Tea's body, Apolo couldn't hear what he was thinking. In fact, he had only been able to do so when Cristóbal spoke to his axe. Therefore, he assumed that the giant was actively "communicating" telepathically with the axe, and it wasn't that he could read others' thoughts with his newfound powers as an ancestor. However, Tea's haggard face and the fact that he couldn't look away from the girl's corpse made Apolo realize that his descendant was not exactly having a good time at the moment. Despite this, the young nobleman didn't know how to console his descendant because, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't interact with anyone in this world. Thus, the deceased was "forced" to merely observe the situation without being able to help Tea.