"But Lame Claw is also very important to the Pestilence Clan, Explorer."
Tear Flesh said steadfastly:
"I must take it back to the Dark Mountain Range, the knowledge of the undead it possesses is crucial to the legacy of the Pestilence Clan, this is something I cannot relinquish."
"However, it was you who turned it into that ghastly appearance, you transformed a life that could have been a master constructor into a pitiable undead madman, and even now, you still don't plan to set it free?"
The explorer said with disdain:
"Such a talent is truly wasted in your hands."
"You understand nothing! Human."
Tear Flesh snorted, saying:
"Without me, Lame Claw would have fallen into the Netherworld years ago!
It was always an independent Wolf Person, whose obsession with death led it to commit terrible acts.
You only know its talent but are unaware of its 'feats' in the Dark Mountain Range! Our Pestilence Clan's 'good reputation' owes a small part to the 'sacrifices' of Lame Claw.
