When the last human head took flight, the youth sat on the ground, surrounded by mountainous piles of corpses and decapitated heads, each with eyes wide open in their death, glaring at the youth.
The blood-red longsword was plunged into the ground, fresh blood continued to seep into it, making its hue even more vibrant.
Even though he had killed all his enemies, the youth felt an unbearable sense of despair.
Because it was his sister's life that he traded for his own chance of survival.
If there was a choice, the youth would rather sacrifice himself than have his sister make such a sacrifice.
Unfortunately, that forbidden art could only be performed with a female body. Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself, he couldn't perform those ancient curses.
"Ah!!!!!" The youth cried out, staring at the blood-red longsword, grief and rage etched on his face.
