As the battlefield was covered with the sounds of countless rageful victims, it pushed the soldiers to fight to the death. Their hearts could not help but beat with fury, and it strengthened their powers beyond their limits.
Yurirl was standing closest to the sounds, which started to take a toll on him. His Divine Sense, which allowed him to have a perception that transcended this world, also made him sense what stood in this man's shadows.
"Does Arthur always hear these cries of rage?" muttered Yurirl with a frown as he raised his sword. "If so, he might be the best among us in suppressing such feelings. He must be so tired."
Julia clenched her chest because of her aching heart. Although it was full of grief and loss, those were quickly replaced with anger. Her hatred was small but became the tallest tree in her heart, overshadowing everything else.
