"Please don't kill me, Commander! Please…I had once served you with my loyalty…please… don't go this far…I beg you!"
While crawling backward with bleeding arms and limbs, a giant young knight begged for his life while folding his hands, shaking vigorously in fear. But in front of him, looming a dark pained gaze towards him, Randall stared at his shivering helpless body while raising his blood-soaked silver sword at him.
His eyes looked too dull and grim, devoid of any light. Gritting his jaws with a remorseful expression evident on his face, Randall mumbled, "Forgive me, Ropos. I have no other choice apart from killing your entire troop of knights. You are the only one alive remaining here."
