Suddenly everything The Great One told me about the missions seemed like one big scam. There were more enemies than we anticipated, which led things to go sideways, and that made me angry.
The outcome, though, could easily be predicted from the start. After all, we knew from the get-go that it was supposed to be a suicide mission. I don't know if it was because of the fact that I had a long streak of victories, or, perhaps, because of all the books I've read and the movies I watched. They all had a happy ending, so I, in a way, expected one for myself, completely ignoring the logic.
And the logic was brutal.
I found myself surrounded by more than several definitely strong opponents, who didn't play any games. They were adamant about killing me. I could feel a variety of attacks and magic influencing my body while the physically strongest tried to attack at once.
