The street falls into a tense silence, Dorel's outburst hanging heavily in the air. The detained human soldiers, their faces etched with exhaustion and resentment, exchange uncertain glances. Their ingrained beliefs paint monsters as relentless killers, incapable of mercy or restraint. Yet, the reality before them challenges this perception.
Unbeknownst to the human soldiers, the monster army undergoes rigorous training to master their emotions, achieving a level of discipline that often surpasses that of humans. This control enables them to act strategically, rather than succumbing to base instincts.
One soldier, his voice tinged with reluctant realization, breaks the silence. "Maybe... maybe he has a point. Our families are unharmed."
Another, still grappling with the weight of the situation, mutters, "But they're monsters. How can we trust them?"
A third, his tone softer, reflects, "Perhaps we've misjudged them. Their actions speak differently than we expected."
