Regongar's mania suddenly fades. He speaks quietly. "I've been thinking... Let's make all our fighters take th

Regongar's mania suddenly fades. He speaks quietly. "I've been thinking... Let's make all our fighters take these potions. Then you'll have an army of real cutthroats. They won't care about death, pain, fear, or really have any feelings at all. They'll kill without hesitation. Burn villages to the ground without a second thought. What do you say?"