Inside the quiet forest, everyone had their hearts in their throats as they watched Marco take the grim scythe slowly.
He turned and looked at his previous fellow companion with various conflicted expressions on his face.
"Don't tell me you're considering it?" Madam Amelia asked, her voice laced with shock.
Marco didn't respond and looked at the trembling ordinary people and then at his previous goddess, Eira, with blood leaking from the corner of her lips.
"You have one minute to decide. Either them or you?" A deep voice said from behind.
When he heard that voice, his heart skipped a beat, and he took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," he said with a slight hint of regret before his eyes showed a firm determination.
Ah!
A woman cried and looked at the dark scythe plunging deep into her chest in dismay.
"Y-You…" She managed to say before falling to her knees, blood gushing out of her mouth.
Thud!
