Some people said that if they could kill a person, they wouldn't feel anything. Believe it or not, I was one of them, too, before I entered this realm.
I expected a journey filled with women and overpowered abilities like the ones that conquered the market. However, as soon as I arrived in this place, all I felt was pure suffering.
People died because of me…. And now, I killed someone with my own hands. The nonchalant feelings I thought I would have got replaced by my human emotions. Empathy kicked in like a drug, torturing every cell inside my body.
The eyes of those two corpses stared at me, blaming me for their death. I, who stained my hands with blood, couldn't face anyone but Merleen….
"No... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to…."
Amidst the war, I froze in place and stared at the dead bodies. Merleen desperately tried defending me, but her magic was not enough to stop the soldier from swinging his sword.
